I'll Bury My Dead Read online

Page 6


  “Yes, Mr. English.”

  English stubbed out his cigar.

  “Ever thought of getting married, Harry?” he asked abruptly.

  Harry stiffened. His eyes shifted away from English.

  “Why, no. I guess I haven’t.”

  “Haven’t you even got a girl?” English asked, smiling.

  “I just haven’t had time to get around to girls yet,” Harry said in a low, flat voice.

  “Well, for God’s sake! You’re—what? Thirty-two or three?”

  “Thirty-two.”

  “You’d better buck up,” English said, and laughed. “Why, when I was half your age I had a string of girls.”

  “Yes, Mr. English.”

  “Maybe I’m working you too hard. Is that it?”

  “Oh, no, Mr. English. Nothing like that.”

  English stared at him, puzzled, then he shrugged.

  “Well, it’s your life. Better send that balance sheet over to Asprey, and get him to certify it. I have a lunch date with the senator, worse luck.”

  As Harry moved to the door, the buzzer on the desk sounded. English pressed down the switch.

  “Lieutenant Morilli is here, Mr. English,” Lois said. “He would like a word.”

  “Harry will see him,” English said. “I’m going to lunch.”

  “He particularly wants to see you, Mr. English. He says it’s important and urgent.”

  English hesitated, frowning.

  “Okay, send him in. I’ve still got ten minutes. Tell Chuck to have the car ready.” As he released the switch, he said to Harry, “Get his money ready and give it to him as he goes out.”

  “Yes, Mr. English,” Harry said and opened the door and stood aside to let Morilli enter the office.

  “You’ve caught me at a bad time,” English said as Harry went out, shutting the door behind him. “I’ve got to go out in five minutes. What’s on your mind?”

  “I thought I ought to have a word with you,” Morilli said, coming over to the desk. “We’ve located your brother’s secretary. A girl named Mary Savitt.”

  English looked at him, his darkly tanned face expressionless.

  “So what?”

  “She’s dead.”

  English frowned and stared at Morilli, who stared back at him.

  “Dead? What—suicide?”

  Morilli lifted his shoulders.

  “That’s what I’ve come to see you about. It could be murder.”

  IV

  For a long second, English stared at Morilli, then waved him to a chair.

  “Sit down, and let’s hear about it.”

  Morilli sat down.

  “I telephoned Mrs. English this morning,” he said, “to find out if Mr. English had a secretary. She gave me the girl’s name and address. I and a sergeant went down there. She has an apartment on 45th East Place.” He paused and looked hard at English.

  “I know,” English said, taking his cue from Morilli’s look. “I went there myself this morning. I couldn’t get an answer. I thought she must have gone down to the office.”

  Morilli nodded.

  “That’s right,” he said. “Miss Hopper, who lives in the apartment above Miss Savitt’s, said she had seen you.”

  “Well, go on,” English said curtly. “What happened?”

  “We didn’t get an answer to our buzz. There was a bottle of milk and a newspaper outside the door, and that made me suspicious. We got a pass-key and found her hanging on the bathroom door.”

  English pushed his cigar box across the desk after taking one himself.

  “Go ahead and help yourself,” he said. “What’s this about murder?”

  “On the face of it, it looked like suicide,” Morilli said. “The police surgeon said it was a typical suicide.” He rubbed his bony nose and added softly, “And he still thinks it’s suicide.” Then he went on. “After the body was removed, I had a look around the room. I was on my own, Mr. English, and I made a discovery. Near the bed was a damp patch on the carpet as if it had been recently washed. When I examined it carefully I found a small stain. I gave it a benzidine test. It was a bloodstain.”

  English took his cigar from between his lips and frowned at the glowing end.

  “I don’t reckon to be as smart as you, Lieutenant, but I fail to see how that makes it murder.”

  Morilli smiled.

  “A faked suicide is very often difficult to spot, Mr. English,” he said. “We’re trained to look for the giveaway. That stain on the carpet was a pretty complete giveaway. You see, when I cut the girl down I noticed she had bled from the nose. There were no marks on her nightdress, and I expected to find at least a drop or two of blood somewhere about her clothes. Then I find a stain on the floor. That tells me she died on the floor, and not hanging from the door.”

  “You mean she was strangled on the floor?”

  “That’s right. If someone surprised her, slipped the dressing-gown cord around her throat and tightened it she would have lost consciousness very quickly. She would have fallen face down on the carpet, and while the killer was exerting pressure on the cord, it is likely she would bleed from the nose, making a stain on the carpet. Having killed her, it would be simple for him to string her up against the bathroom door to give the appearance of suicide.”

  English thought about this, then nodded.

  “I guess that’s right. So you think it’s murder?”

  “I won’t swear to it, but how else did the stain get on the carpet?”

  “You’re sure it’s blood?”

  “No doubt about it.”

  English glanced at his wristwatch. He was already four minutes late for his appointment.

  “Well, thanks for telling me, Lieutenant,” he said. “This is unexpected. I don’t know what to make of it. Maybe we can talk about it later on. Right now I have a date with the senator.” He got to his feet. “I’ve got to be running along.”

  Morilli didn’t move. He sat looking up at English, an odd expression in his eyes that English didn’t like.

  “What’s on your mind?” English asked curtly.

  “It’s up to you, Mr. English, but I should have thought you would have wanted to settle this business right now. I haven’t put my report in yet, but I’ll have to within the next half-hour.”

  English frowned.

  “What’s your report got to do with me?”

  “That’s for you to say,” Morilli returned carefully. “I like to help you where I can, Mr. English. You’ve always been pretty good to me.”

  English had a sudden idea that there was something very wrong behind Morilli’s visit.

  He leaned forward and flicked down the intercom switch.

  “Lois? Get hold of the senator and tell him I’m going to be late. I shan’t be with him until two o’clock.”

  “Yes, Mr. English.”

  He released the switch and sat down again.

  “Go ahead, Lieutenant. Do some talking,” he said, his voice hard and quiet.

  Morilli hitched his chair forward, and looking English straight in the face, said, “I don’t have to tell you how the D.A. feels about Senator Beaumont. They’ve been sworn enemies ever since the senator got into office. If the D.A. can do anything to discredit the senator he’s going to do it. Everyone knows you’re behind the senator. If the D.A. can make things tough for you, he’ll do it in the hope it’ll eventually hit the senator. If he can involve you in a scandal, he’s not going to be too particular how he does it.”

  “For a lieutenant of homicide, you keep remarkably well informed about politics,” English said. “All right, we’ll take that as read. What has it got to do with Mary Savitt?”

  “It could have plenty to do with her,” Morilli said. “Doc Richards told me your brother died between nine and half past ten last night. He couldn’t put it nearer than that. He says Mary Savitt died between ten o’clock and midnight. Miss Hopper tells me she saw your brother leave Mary Savitt’s apartment at nine forty-five las
t night. It’s not going to take the D.A. long to arrive at the conclusion these two had a suicide pact. That your brother murdered the girl, then went down to his office and shot himself. If he does arrive at that conclusion there’s going to be quite a stink in the press, and it’s going to come this way and bound off you onto the senator.”

  English sat still for a long moment, staring at Morilli, his eyes like granite.

  “Why are you telling me all this, Lieutenant?” he asked at last.

  Morilli lifted his shoulders; his small dark eyes shifted away from English’s face.

  “No one but me knows it’s murder, Mr. English. Doc Richards says it’s suicide, but then he didn’t see the stain on the carpet. If he knew about that, he’d change his mind, but he doesn’t know, nor does the D.A.”

  “But they’ll know when you’ve put in your report,” English said.

  “I guess they will, unless I forget to mention the bloodstain.”

  English studied Morilli’s white, expressionless face.

  “There’s Miss Hopper’s evidence,” he said. “You say she saw Roy leave the apartment. If she starts talking, the D.A. will investigate. He might even find the stain.”

  Morilli smiled.

  “You don’t have to worry about Miss Hopper,” he said. “I’ve taken care of her. I happen to know what she does in her spare time. She wouldn’t want to go into the box and give evidence. Some smart attorney like Sam Crail might turn her inside out. I mentioned that fact to her. She isn’t going to talk.”

  English leaned forward to knock ash off his cigar.

  “You realize the chances are a hundred to one that Roy killed the girl, don’t you?” he said quietly. “If she was murdered, then someone is going to get away with it, if it wasn’t Roy.”

  Morilli shrugged.

  “It’ll be your brother who murdered her if the D.A. hears about the stain, Mr. English. You can bet your bottom dollar on it. Either way the killer gets away with it.” He made a little gesture with his hand. “It’s up to you. I’ll put the stain in my report on your say-so, but since you’ve taken care of me in the past, I thought it was only right I should give you a break when the chance came my way.”

  English looked at him.

  “That’s pretty nice of you, Lieutenant. I shan’t forget it. Maybe it would be better to forget about the stain.”

  “Just as you say,” Morilli said, getting to his feet. “Only too glad to be of help, Mr. English.”

  “Let me see,” English said absently, “you have a bet to collect, haven’t you? How much was it, Lieutenant?”

  Morilli ran his thumbnail along his narrow, starkly black moustache before saying, “Five thousand, Mr. English.”

  English smiled.

  “Was it as much as that?”

  “I guess that was the sum,” Morilli returned, his face expressionless.

  “In that case I’d better pay you. I always believe in paying my debts.”

  “I guess that’s right, and I always believe in giving value for money.”

  “You would prefer cash I expect?”

  “It would come in handy.”

  English leaned forward and pushed down a switch on the intercom.

  “Harry? Never mind about that little matter I mentioned to you just now. I’m looking after Lieutenant Morilli.”

  “Yes, Mr. English.”

  English released the switch, stood up and went over to the wall safe.

  “You’ve a pretty good organization here, Mr. English,” Morilli said.

  “Nice to know you approve,” English said dryly. He opened the safe and took out two bundles of notes and tossed them on the desk. “I won’t ask for a receipt.”

  “You won’t need one,” Morilli returned, picked up the two bundles, checked the amount with a quick flick of his fingers and stowed them away in his overcoat pockets.

  “Of course the D.A. might not trust your report,” English said, going back to the desk and sitting down. “He might send up one of his people to check the room, and he might find the stain.”

  Morilli smiled.

  “I like to kid myself that my service to you, Mr. English, is a pretty good one. The stain doesn’t exist anymore. I’ve fixed it.” He moved over to the door. “Well, I guess I mustn’t hold you up any longer. I’d better get over to the station house and write my report.”

  “So long, Lieutenant,” English said. When Morilli had gone, English drew in a deep breath. “Well, I’ll be double damned!” he said softly. “The blackmailing sonofabitch!”

  V

  From the door of the restaurant, English spotted the senator sitting alone at a corner table, his thin elfish face puckered in a frown of impatience and irritation.

  Senator Henry Beaumont was sixty-five years old, small, wiry and thin. His face was wrinkled and the color of old leather, and his eyes were steel-gray and as sharp as needles.

  He was a man of insatiable ambition; his ultimate aim was to become president. He had started life washing bottles in a drug store, and he was inordinately proud of the fact. World War I had given him the chance he was looking for, and he proved himself an able leader of men, coming out of the Army with the rank of major and two minor decorations. By chance he had been taken up by the boss of the Democratic machine ruling Chicago at that time, and had been given the job of overseer of highways in recognition of his war service. It was while he was holding this appointment that he met Nick English, who was trying to finance his gyroscope compass. Beaumont introduced him to his circle of wealthy businessmen. It was through Beaumont’s introduction that English financed his compass.

  When English finally settled in Essex City, he remembered Beaumont and wrote to him, offering to finance him if he cared to run for the post of county judge. Beaumont jumped at the offer, and with English’s money behind him, he was elected.

  English was quick to realize that as his business expanded and his kingdom grew, it was essential to have a powerful friend in the political machine. Although Beaumont was no ball of fire, he was at least sharply aware of his debt to English, and was willing to pull strings when English wanted them pulled.

  The next move, English had decided, was to get Beaumont elected senator. The opposition was stiff, but again with English’s money and coupled with his ruthless determination, Beaumont became senator. Now, he was to come up for reelection in another six months’ time, and English knew Beaumont was uneasy as to what the results would be.

  The maître d’hôtel came hurrying over to English as he stood in the doorway, and deferentially led him down the long aisle to the senator’s table. As he followed the maître d’hôtel , English was aware that everyone in the luxury restaurant had stopped talking and was looking at him with curious eyes.

  He was used to being stared at, but today he felt those stares were accentuated by something more than curiosity. The news of his brother’s suicide had caused a sensation, and people were already beginning to gossip about the reason for the suicide.

  The senator half rose from his seat at English joined him.

  “I thought you were never coming,” he said in his shrill, waspish voice.

  English gave him a hard, cold look and sat down.

  “I got held up,” he said shortly. “What are we going to eat?”

  While the senator was choosing his meal, the maître d’hôtel slipped an envelope into English’s hand.

  “This came for you about ten minutes ago, Mr. English,” he murmured.

  English nodded, ordered a rare steak and green peas and half a bottle of claret, then ripped open the envelope and glanced at the scrawled message.

  Everything under control. Corrine put on a beautiful performance. Verdict: suicide while mind was unbalanced. There’ll be no kickback.

  Sam

  English slipped the note into his pocket, a hard little smile lighting his face.

  “What’s this I hear about your brother?” the senator asked as soon as the maître d’hôtel had gone
away. “What the hell was he playing at?”

  English looked at him, a surprised expression on his face.

  “Roy’s been heading for a breakdown for weeks now,” he said quietly. “I warned him he was working too hard. Well, it got too much for him, and he took the easy way out.”

  The senator snorted. His leathery complexion turned a dark red.

  “Don’t feed me that crap!” he said fiercely, keeping his voice down. “Roy never did a hard day’s work in his life. What’s this about blackmail?”

  English shrugged.

  “There’s bound to be all kinds of rumors,” he said indifferently. “There are plenty of people who would like to make a stink out of it. You don’t have to get hot under the collar. Roy shot himself because he was worried about his business. That’s all there’s to it.”

  “Is it?” Beaumont said, leaning forward to glare at English. “There’s talk he tried to blackmail some woman, and he was going to lose his licence. How true is that?”

  “Every word of it,” English said, “but no one’s going to say so unless he wants a law suit with me about it.”

  Beaumont blinked and sat back.

  “Like that, is it?” he said, a look of admiration coming into his eyes.

  English nodded.

  “The police commissioner started this. I’ve had a word with him. He’s not taking it any further. You’ve got nothing to worry about, Beaumont.”

  The waiter brought the steaks, and after he had gone, Beaumont said, “Maybe I haven’t anything to worry about, but you have. This’ll kill the hospital business.”

  English cut his steak, then glanced up.

  “What makes you say that? If the commission think they can double-cross me, they have another think coming.”

  “Now look, Nick, you’ve got to be reasonable,” Beaumont said anxiously. “You can’t get away from it. This rumor is going the rounds, and it’s a damned ugly rumor. You know what the commission’s like. They’ll throw a fit if I tell them you want the hospital named after you.”

  “Then don’t tell them until this has blown over. It’ll blow over in a few weeks.”

  “But they’ve called a meeting next week to choose a name for the hospital.”

 

    Come Easy, Go Easy Read onlineCome Easy, Go EasyWhy Pick On ME? Read onlineWhy Pick On ME?The Dead Stay Dumb Read onlineThe Dead Stay DumbFigure it Out For Yourself Read onlineFigure it Out For Yourself1944 - Just the Way It Is Read online1944 - Just the Way It IsNo Business Of Mine Read onlineNo Business Of Mine1953 - The Sucker Punch Read online1953 - The Sucker PunchCade Read onlineCade1973 - Have a Change of Scene Read online1973 - Have a Change of SceneAn Ace up my Sleeve Read onlineAn Ace up my Sleeve1968-An Ear to the Ground Read online1968-An Ear to the Ground1950 - Figure it Out for Yourself Read online1950 - Figure it Out for Yourself1976 - Do Me a Favour Drop Dead Read online1976 - Do Me a Favour Drop DeadThe Flesh of The Orchid Read onlineThe Flesh of The Orchid1974 - Goldfish Have No Hiding Place Read online1974 - Goldfish Have No Hiding PlaceWhiff of Money Read onlineWhiff of Money1984 - Hit Them Where it Hurts Read online1984 - Hit Them Where it Hurts1971 - Want to Stay Alive Read online1971 - Want to Stay Alive1980 - You Can Say That Again Read online1980 - You Can Say That Again1978 - Consider Yourself Dead Read online1978 - Consider Yourself DeadThe Paw in The Bottle Read onlineThe Paw in The BottleSoft Centre Read onlineSoft CentreThe Guilty Are Afraid Read onlineThe Guilty Are AfraidThe Soft Centre Read onlineThe Soft CentreHave a Nice Night Read onlineHave a Nice Night1957 - The Guilty Are Afraid Read online1957 - The Guilty Are Afraid1979 - You Must Be Kidding Read online1979 - You Must Be KiddingKnock, Knock! Who's There? Read onlineKnock, Knock! Who's There?1958 - The World in My Pocket Read online1958 - The World in My PocketGet a Load of This Read onlineGet a Load of This1958 - Not Safe to be Free Read online1958 - Not Safe to be FreeThis Way for a Shroud Read onlineThis Way for a ShroudMore Deadly Than the Male Read onlineMore Deadly Than the MaleSafer Dead Read onlineSafer Dead1945 - Blonde's Requiem Read online1945 - Blonde's RequiemI'll Bury My Dead Read onlineI'll Bury My Dead1975 - The Joker in the Pack Read online1975 - The Joker in the Pack1972 - Just a Matter of Time Read online1972 - Just a Matter of Time1954 - Mission to Venice Read online1954 - Mission to VeniceStrictly for Cash Read onlineStrictly for CashA COFFIN FROM HONG KONG Read onlineA COFFIN FROM HONG KONGLady—Here's Your Wreath Read onlineLady—Here's Your WreathI Would Rather Stay Poor Read onlineI Would Rather Stay PoorEve Read onlineEveVulture Is a Patient Bird Read onlineVulture Is a Patient Bird1979 - A Can of Worms Read online1979 - A Can of Worms1949 - You're Lonely When You Dead Read online1949 - You're Lonely When You Dead1965 - This is for Real Read online1965 - This is for Real(1941) Miss Callaghan Comes To Grief Read online(1941) Miss Callaghan Comes To GriefWhat`s Better Than Money Read onlineWhat`s Better Than MoneyThis is For Real Read onlineThis is For RealLay Her Among the Lilies vm-2 Read onlineLay Her Among the Lilies vm-2Knock Knock Whos There Read onlineKnock Knock Whos There1952 - The Wary Transgressor Read online1952 - The Wary Transgressor1951 - But a Short Time to Live Read online1951 - But a Short Time to Live1962 - A Coffin From Hong Kong Read online1962 - A Coffin From Hong KongTell It to the Birds Read onlineTell It to the BirdsWell Now, My Pretty… Read onlineWell Now, My Pretty…The World in My Pocket Read onlineThe World in My PocketA Lotus for Miss Quon Read onlineA Lotus for Miss QuonYou Find Him, I'll Fix Him Read onlineYou Find Him, I'll Fix HimLay Her Among The Lilies Read onlineLay Her Among The Lilies1951 - In a Vain Shadow Read online1951 - In a Vain ShadowMiss Shumway Waves a Wand Read onlineMiss Shumway Waves a Wand1953 - This Way for a Shroud Read online1953 - This Way for a Shroud1964 - The Soft Centre Read online1964 - The Soft CentreYou Can Say That Again Read onlineYou Can Say That Again1975 - Believe This You'll Believe Anything Read online1975 - Believe This You'll Believe Anything1954 - Safer Dead Read online1954 - Safer Dead1960 - Come Easy, Go Easy Read online1960 - Come Easy, Go EasyShock Treatment Read onlineShock Treatment1953 - I'll Bury My Dead Read online1953 - I'll Bury My DeadYou Find Him – I'll Fix Him Read onlineYou Find Him – I'll Fix HimDead Stay Dumb Read onlineDead Stay DumbJust Another Sucker Read onlineJust Another SuckerWell Now My Pretty Read onlineWell Now My PrettyYou've Got It Coming Read onlineYou've Got It Coming1972 - You're Dead Without Money Read online1972 - You're Dead Without Money1955 - You Never Know With Women Read online1955 - You Never Know With WomenNot My Thing Read onlineNot My ThingHit and Run Read onlineHit and Run1971 - An Ace Up My Sleeve Read online1971 - An Ace Up My Sleeve1970 - There's a Hippie on the Highway Read online1970 - There's a Hippie on the Highway1968 - An Ear to the Ground Read online1968 - An Ear to the Ground1955 - You've Got It Coming Read online1955 - You've Got It Coming1963 - One Bright Summer Morning Read online1963 - One Bright Summer Morning1967 - Have This One on Me Read online1967 - Have This One on MeHe Won't Need It Now Read onlineHe Won't Need It Now1953 - The Things Men Do Read online1953 - The Things Men DoBelieved Violent Read onlineBelieved ViolentYou Never Know With Women Read onlineYou Never Know With WomenMiss Callaghan Comes to Grief Read onlineMiss Callaghan Comes to GriefMission to Siena Read onlineMission to SienaWhat's Better Than Money Read onlineWhat's Better Than MoneyTrusted Like The Fox Read onlineTrusted Like The FoxI'll Get You for This Read onlineI'll Get You for ThisFigure It Out for Yourself vm-3 Read onlineFigure It Out for Yourself vm-3Like a Hole in the Head Read onlineLike a Hole in the Head1977 - I Hold the Four Aces Read online1977 - I Hold the Four Aces1969 - The Whiff of Money Read online1969 - The Whiff of Money1946 - More Deadly than the Male Read online1946 - More Deadly than the Male1956 - There's Always a Price Tag Read online1956 - There's Always a Price TagNo Orchids for Miss Blandish Read onlineNo Orchids for Miss Blandish1977 - My Laugh Comes Last Read online1977 - My Laugh Comes Last1958 - Hit and Run Read online1958 - Hit and Run1981 - Hand Me a Fig Leaf Read online1981 - Hand Me a Fig Leaf1966 - You Have Yourself a Deal Read online1966 - You Have Yourself a DealTiger by the Tail Read onlineTiger by the Tail