The Guilty Are Afraid

“Well, perhaps not.”

“You can identify the clothes, but not the woman?”

“Well, yes.”

“That’s not a lot of help, is it?” Rankin said. “Okay, never mind. After Sheppey had said hello, what happened?”

“He said he had to be back in a couple of hours and they had better get going. They went out together and I saw them drive away in his car.”

“Did she leave her car here?”

“I didn’t see one. I think she must have walked.”

“Let me have the key to his room.”

“Shall I call Greaves? He’s our house detective.”

Rankin shook his head.

“No. I don’t want your house dick tramping around lousing up any clues.”

Brewer went out of the office and over to the key rack. We followed him out. The four old people were staring.

Brewer said, “He must have taken his key with him. I’ll give you a spare.”

He found a key and gave it to Rankin.

As Rankin took the key, Brewer asked, “Has anything happened to Mr. Sheppey?”

The old people leaned forward. This was something they were panting to know.

“He’s given birth to a baby,” Rankin said. “I believe it is the first time in history, but I’m not absolutely sure, so don’t quote me.”

He walked with me to the elevator. The old people stared after us, amazed expressions on their faces.

As Rankin pressed the button to take us to the second floor, he said, “I hate old people who live in hotels.”

“You’ll get old yourself,” I said. “They don’t live in hotels for fun.”

“A sentimental shamus,” he said, his mouth turning down at the corners. “I thought I had seen everything.”

“Did you get a line on the girl from the cabin attendant?” I asked as we crawled past the first floor.

“Yeah. The same description. There’re two changing rooms in the cabin. She used one and he the other. We found her slacks, shirt, hat and sunglasses there. His clothes were in the other room.”

“The girl left her clothes in the cabin?” I said sharply.

“That’s what I’m telling you. It could mean either of two things: she wanted to fade out of the picture and decided she could do it by leaving in her swimsuit. Everyone in this lousy town wears a swimsuit or else she took a swim and someone knocked her off after knocking Sheppey off. My boys are searching the beach now. I think she faded out of the picture myself.”

“No one saw her leave the cabin?” I asked as the elevator stopped at the second floor.

“No, but we’re still asking around.”

We walked down the corridor to room 247.

“That was a pretty good disguise she was wearing,” Rankin went on as he sank the key into the lock. “People in this town don’t look at faces, they look at shapes.” He turned the key and pushed the door open. We stood looking around the room. It was a little larger than mine, but not much and it was just as hot and airless.

“Sweet suffering Pete!” Rankin said under his breath.

The room looked as if it had been hit by a cyclone. All the drawers of the chest hung open. Jack’s belongings lay scattered on the floor. His briefcase had been ripped open and papers lay everywhere. The bed had been stripped and the mattress cut open, the stuffing dragged out. The pillows had also been ripped and feathers were heaped on the floor.

“Pretty quick work,” Rankin said. “If there was anything to find, we won’t find it now. I’ll get the boys up here. Maybe there’re some prints although I’m ready to bet there won’t be.”

He closed the door and locked it.

Chapter 2

I

I lay on my bed and listened to the heavy tramping feet plodding around in the room next door, and to the murmur of the voices as Rankin’s men hunted for clues. I felt depressed and lonely. Although Jack had had his faults, he had been a good man to work with. We had met five years ago when I had been working as special investigator to the District Attorney’s office. Jack had been the crime reporter on the San Francisco Tribune. We had got friendly, and one night, over a bottle of Scotch, we both had decided we were tired of taking orders and being pushed around by two fat slugs who sat behind desks and who seemed to take pleasure in running us ragged.

Even though we were a little drunk, we were both uneasy about leaving the security of a regular salary for the risk of setting up on our own. We hadn’t much capital: I had five hundred more than Jack, but we had a lot of experience and we thought we could make a go of it.

There were a number of inquiry agencies in town. We knew most of them and they were no great shakes. After we had worked through half the bottle of Scotch we had decided to burn our boats and go into the business. We clicked lucky right from the start. After a year we were making a reasonable living, and we hadn’t looked back since.

I wondered what it was going to be like working without a partner. I wondered if I should look around for someone to team up with. There was enough money now in the bank to buy out Jack’s wife. She was a dumb redhead who had driven Jack nuts at times and I was pretty sure she would jump at the chance of getting the money back she had lent Jack to put in the business.