Kintyre's hand swung backward in an arc, shoving Corinna behind him. He said aloud—very loudly, "What the devil do you want?"
"Quiet, there," said the man called Jimmy. "This thing has a silencer on it." He waved the gun. "I want to see Lombardi."
"Yeh. You can tell us all about it. The rest of you stand back against the door. Come on, Guido. I got a car waiting."
Yamamura eased his burden to the ground. Guido huddled3 on hands and knees, retching. "He'll never make it," said the detective. "He's scared spitless."
"I just want to talk with him," said Jimmy. "I was supposed to see him here tonight, only they said he'd gone upstairs. I figured if it was just for a nap or something, he'd be down again to finish his act and I'd catch him later. Only if he wanted to skip out this way instead, it would be soon and he might not come back. I didn't want to miss him, so I figured I'd wait here a while."
It was not meant as an explanation. It was an indictment4, nailed word by word on the man who tried to stand up.
"Well," said Yamamura, "let me help him."
Jimmy laughed under his hat. "I'm not that simple-minded. Stay put." With shrillness5: "Come on, Guido. Or do you want to get drilled right here and now?"
Guido began to drag himself forward, as if a bullet had already smashed his spine6. The sound of it, and of his breath going in and out an open mouth, and the nearby clamor of automobiles7 filled with meek8 taxpayers9, was all that Kintyre could hear.
He wondered if he could let Guido be taken from him, by the same instrument which had taken Bruce, and call himself male. Two or three jumps should reach Jimmy. But Jimmy was no amateur, he wouldn't miss if he shot. But there were many cases on record of men being hit once, twice, being filled with lead, and still coming on. But Guido wasn't worth anybody's time. But Guido was brother to Bruce and Corinna, therefore worth a great deal of time. But a possible forty years?
But a deeper shadow filled the open end of the brick gut10. It ran forward in total silence, light touched its glassy uplifted club and its flowing hair.
As the bottle came down on Jimmy's head, Kintyre started to move. Yamamura beat him to it, arriving a second after Jimmy lurched forward from the impact on his skull11. The sound had been a shattering; Kintyre heard the tinkles12 that followed the blow. Yamamura knocked the gun from Jimmy's hand with an edge-on palm, seized his lapel, and applied13 a scissor strangle.
Jimmy fell, as if the bones had been sucked from him. Corinna swayed over his form, still holding the broken beer bottle. Almost, she fell too. Kintyre caught her.
She held him closely, shuddering14. It was not necessary, he thought beneath his own pulse. She fought herself, and grew worn down thereby15. Her physical output had been negligible. Clearly she had slipped back through the door, unobserved (that was the chance she took, but chance had a way of favoring those who acted boldly). Picking up an empty bottle on the way, tucking it inconspicuously under an arm, she had gone out past the bar, out the main door (doubtless noticed, maybe wondered about, but not stopped and soon forgotten) and around the building. Then she took off her shoes and ran up behind Jimmy and hit him.
That was all. There was no reason to grow exhausted16. But God damn all smug judokas, hadn't she earned the right?
"You clopped him a good one," said Yamamura, squatting17 to look. "It's as well he had a hat on. A cut scalp could get very messy. Congratulations."
"Did you say there was a cop in the bar?" asked Kintyre.
"Beyond doubt," said Yamamura. "Or we can phone, of course. Only I'm carrying a parcel of smoke, and the neighborhood will be searched quite thoroughly18 if our friend here mentions it." He sat on his heels, chin in hand, for what seemed like a long time. Jimmy moaned, but did not stir.
"Bob," asked Yamamura finally, "do you know anyone living on this side who's mixed up in the affair?"
"Just Guido, if we rule out the Michaelises."
"So the big chief—and his next victim—are probably in the Eastbay. If another murder is to be forestalled20, I wonder if we ought to spend time here chatting with a lot of well intentioned policemen who will first have to be convinced the Michaelises are innocent and this wasn't a simple stick-up. Especially when the papers will tell the big chief exactly what's happened. Or, even if they can be made to keep quiet, Jimmy will fail to report in; the gang will try to check for him in the San Francisco pokey, first of all; so we could do some trail-covering of our own."
"You mean to take this character to Berkeley, then? Isn't that pretty irregular? You don't want to jeopardize21 your license22."
"It's as irregular as a German verb, and the police are going to be annoyed. But I do think we can flange23 up enough excuses to get by with it. Of course, the Berkeley force will call up the San Francisco force immediately, but that'll go on a higher level, chief to chief I imagine; we can explain the need for secrecy24, as much secrecy as the law allows, and—Hell, Bob, let's stop mincing25 words. What we need is time to construct a story that'll cover Guido. And you."
Kintyre felt how the stone-rigid body he held began to come alive again. "Blessings," he murmured.
"We'll go to your place first, and then decide what's next."
"Can you finagle Jimmy across the bridge?"
"Him and Guido both," grinned Yamamura. "Which will leave you a clear field when you take the lady home."
"I'm coming," said Corinna. She pulled herself away from Kintyre, gently.
"You are not," he answered. Seeing in the dirty gray half-light how her face grew mutinous26, he went on: "There are enough complications already. What could you do over there, except be one more element we have to explain away—or one more target for the gang? At present, only Jimmy knows you have any concern with this business, and he'll get no chance to talk of it."
She thought on his words for a little. Then: "Yes. You're right. But don't drive me all the way. A taxi will—"
"Shut up!" he laughed, shakily, and took her arm.
They had to wait, guarding a half-conscious prisoner, while Yamamura went after his car. Guido sat on the pavement, knees drawn27 up under his chin. After a while he took out a cigarette and lit it.
Corinna leaned over him. "Go with them," she said. "They're the only real friends you've got."
"Besides you, sis," he muttered. Then, barking a sort of laugh: "Next week, East Lynne."
She sighed, like an old woman, and stood back again.
Yamamura returned and bound Jimmy's wrists with Jimmy's tie. He and Kintyre frogmarched their captive to the Volkswagen and put him in back on the floor. Yamamura secured his ankles with his belt. "Toss me your house key, Bob, I'll see you there. Hop28 in, Guido. Cheerio."
Kintyre and Corinna walked hand in hand back toward his own car. They stopped to pick up her shoes. "I'm afraid you ruined your stockings," he said inanely29.
"You don't have to talk," she said. "I don't need it."
He was grateful for that. The silence in which they drove home (she did not lean against him, but she sat close by) was somehow like—memory groped—like Bruce's music which Margery had played for him a few centuries ago. He wondered if she had heard it yet.
"I hope you'll be able to sleep," he said at her door.
"Oh, yes, I think so." She considered him and asked gravely: "Why are you doing this for us?"
"But why did you begin? Not for Bruce's sake, surely. He wouldn't have cared about being avenged31."
"Which is what the police are for, anyway. I don't like this evading32 them that we've been forced into."
"Well?" she continued.
It hammered within him to tell her: that he had been escaping a demon35, that she had worn its shape for a single moment, and that now he wanted to give peace to her. But there had been too many locks in him, for too many years.
He took her hand. "Later," he said, wondering if he meant it. "This is no time for a long, involved story."
"I'll stay home tomorrow," she said. "Will you call me as soon as—anything happens? The first minute you're able to?"
"Of course."
She smiled then, reached up and ran her palm along his cheek. "Arrivederci," she said. The door closed behind her.
It was so much more than he had awaited, that he never remembered going down the stairs. He was driving over the bridge before the complete bleakness36 of his purpose returned.
The hour was not yet midnight, but Berkeley was quiet. Kintyre parked behind Yamamura's Volks and walked around the empty house to his cottage. The detective let him in.
"Where are our friends?" asked Kintyre.
"Guido is in your bed, snoring," said Yamamura. "As clear a case of nervous exhaustion37 as I ever saw. By the way, Jimmy's name is O'Hearn; I went through his billfold. I borrowed some of that rope you've been making grommets with and stashed38 him in the john."
He had stripped off his jacket, to show a noisy aloha shirt; his pipe strove to be Vesuvius. "Are you very tired?" he asked.
"No. Keyed up, in fact."
"Have a drink. Apropos39 vices40, the evidence against Guido is in the Bay. I assumed we're not going to hand him over to the law."
"Not for one bit of foolishness," said Kintyre. "I doubt if he'll ever touch dope running again. He's gotten a hefty scare."
"Jimmy will tattle, though."
"Our word against his. We're somewhat more respectable."
"You and Machiavelli! But, yeh. A check with the Chicago police—he's from there, all right—would doubtless show he's got a record as long as King Kong's arm. A pro19 killer41 doesn't come out of nowhere; he starts with petty stuff and works his way up." Yamamura shook his head. "And on the other hand, a lot of good men are doing time for one slip regretted the moment it was over. Makes me wonder about our whole concept of penology. That's why I'll help you cover for Guido."
Kintyre took down his bottle of Scotch42 and raised brows at Yamamura. The detective shook his head. Kintyre poured for himself and sat down. The other man prowled.
"We haven't much time," said Yamamura. "What do we tell the cops?"
"Perhaps nothing—yet," said Kintyre slowly.
"Huh? How do you mean?"
"They don't use the third degree around here. O'Hearn isn't going to tell them a thing, and you know it. They'll have to check with Chicago, the FBI, follow a dozen separate leads for days at least. And what do his pals43 do meanwhile?"
Yamamura stopped in midstride. "If you have any half-cooked scheme of beating the truth out of him, forget it," he said in a chill voice.
"Oh, no," said Kintyre. "But do you think we could get away with holding him, unharmed, for maybe twenty-four hours?"
"It would be kidnaping."
"What was he trying to do to Guido?"
Yamamura stared at the sabers on the wall. "What do you want to do?"
"Get his information out of him in less time than the police will need."
"I think an excuse could be manufactured," said Yamamura dreamily. "If not for a whole twenty-four hours, for twelve or so. This reminds me of my days in OSS. Okay, I'll risk it."
"Good," said Kintyre. "Then follow my lead."
"Better explain—"
Kintyre was already in the bathroom, looking down at the man on the floor. O'Hearn had a long nose and not much chin. "Who hired you, Jimmy?" said Kintyre.
"I asked who hired you," said Kintyre.
He saw the growth of fear. "Look, I don't know," said O'Hearn. "And if I spilled anything, anything at all, they'd find out."
"And kill you. I've heard that line before." Kintyre shrugged45. "You are going to tell me. Think about it while I make ready."
He took Yamamura out into the yard, toward the house. "My landlord left some extra keys with me, just in case," he said. "We'll borrow a soundproof room."
"Hey!" Yamamura stopped. "I told you, bodily harm is out."
"I've no such intention." Kintyre led him into the house and down to its basement. "We'll use the rumpus room. It has a pool table we can tie him to. The process seems to work best when the victim lies supine. I admit he might get a little stiff from the hard surface."
"They're just now beginning to study the mental effects of eliminating sensory47 stimuli," said Kintyre. "The mind goes out of whack48 amazingly fast. My friend Levinson, in the physiology49 department, was telling me about some recent experiments. Volunteers, intelligent self-controlled people who knew what it's all about and knew they could quit any time they wanted—none of which applies to O'Hearn—didn't last long. Hallucinations set in. Of course, we may have to mop up certain messes afterward50."
"Do I understand you rightly?"
"I suppose so. The only thing we're going to do to O'Hearn is tie him down, flat on his back, blindfolded51."
They would have to stand watch and watch outside the door. Kintyre took the first one, though he didn't expect a reaction soon. (On the other hand, an hour can stretch most hideously52 when you are alone in soundless dark, not even able to move.) He pulled up a chair and opened a book, but didn't read it. Nor did he listen to the defiant53 obscenities which came very faintly through the panels. Mostly he sat in a wordless half sleep.
Corinna, he thought. And then, later: I'm being infantile. It doesn't mean a thing, except that I've been celibate54 too long and by sheer chance she pushes a few buttons in me. It could not last—consider the difference in faith alone—and she would be hurt.
How do I know it wouldn't, even to the altar? (For surely it would last always, having taken us that far.)
I don't know. I suppose I'm being cowardly in not finding out.
Then again, long afterward: This couldn't be hurried in any event. We'd both go slowly, her loss is still so new. There'd be ample time for me to escape, before the pleasure of her presence became a necessity.
And once more: But why should I want to escape at all?
The first thin gray was stealing over the hills when Yamamura yawned his way in. O'Hearn hadn't cried out for some time; he lay breathing hard. "Solved the case yet?" asked Yamamura. "No? Well, run along and let a professional handle it."
Kintyre went across the yard. A bird twittered somewhere, drowsily55. He entered the cottage and looked at Guido. Still out. The face was gone innocent with sleep, years had been lost, a della Robbia angel lay in his bed. He sighed, kicked off his shoes, and stretched on the living room couch. Darkness was quickly upon him.
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