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  He walked slowly from his office pausing now and then to have a word with the people outside their cabins until he finally reached his own cabin. It was a hot night and Henekey’s mind was too active for immediate sleep. He sat down in the basket chair on the porch and lit a cigarette. This time tomorrow, he thought he would have ten thousand dollars: five he had stolen from Sue Parnell and five he would be getting from Hardy. With that kind of money, he would fly to New York and get lost. It was time he left Miami. He sat for some thirty minutes trying to make up his mind what he would do in New York. He had never been good at making plans. Maybe it would be better to wait until he got to New York, he thought. He looked at his watch. It was now twenty minutes to two. He stifled a yawn. The rest of the cabins were now in darkness. Time to turn in. By now Hardy would be back in Miami. Henekey decided he had nothing to worry about from Hardy. He would be smart enough to know when he was licked. He got to his feet, stretched, then opening his cabin door, he walked into the hot, stuffy darkness.

  As he groped for the light switch, a hard, perfumed hand closed over his nose and mouth and what felt like the hoof of a horse slammed into his stomach.

  *****

  Moe found the loose tile in the bathroom. He lifted it, put his hand into the cavity and drew out a sealed envelope. He groped again and came up with a thick bundle of dollar bills. He replaced the tile and returned to the sitting-room.

  Jacko was slumped in a chair, mopping the sweat off his face. Henekey lay on the settee, moaning faintly from behind the gag that half suffocated him.

  ‘Got it, honey?’ Jacko asked.

  Moe handed him the envelope and the money. The two glanced at Henekey and then at each other.

  ‘Take it to Mr. Hardy. Find out if it’s what he wants,’ Jacko said. He took a carton of chocolate from his pocket and fed a chocolate into his small, wet mouth.

  Moe slid away into the darkness. Running lightly and swiftly, he reached Hardy who was waiting in the Cadillac.

  ‘Good God!’ Hardy snarled. ‘You’ve taken your time! It’s nearly four o’clock.’

  Moe smiled his beautiful, evil smile.?‘The creep was a little obstinate,’ he said. ‘He really did resist. Is this what you want, Mr. Hardy?’

  Hardy took the money and the envelope. He broke the seals and went quickly through the contents.

  ‘Yeah…’

  He got out of the car, took out his cigarette lighter and set fire to the papers. As he watched them burn, he asked, ‘What’s happened to Henekey?’

  Moe Showed his magnificent teeth in a flashing smile. ‘Right now he seems pretty sick, Mr. Hardy. He seems awful unhappy. I’ll go back now and we’ll make him happy.’

  Hardy felt a sudden tightening in his throat. He had never told those two to commit murder before. They were like trained animals. They would do just what he told them to do. He hesitated, then he reminded himself that he could never really be safe as long as Henekey was alive.

  ‘What the hell are you hanging around me for like a grin sting ape?’ he snarled. ‘Get back to Jacko.’

  Moe executed a neat handspring, then darted away into the darkness.

  Jacko was eating his sixth chocolate when Moe slipped into the cabin.?‘It’s okay,’ Moe said quickly. ‘Mr. Hardy has what he wants.’

  Jacko wiped his sticky fingers on his handkerchief. Still munching, he levered himself out of his chair.

  ‘We’ll put the creep out of his misery,’ he said. ‘I want to go to bed.’

  The two men, one vast and gross, the other perfumed and slim, walked over to where Henekey lay. Moe leaned over and patted his face.

  ‘You’re a brave jerk, jerk,’ he said. ‘So long and sweet repose.’

  Henekey looked up at him indifferently. His body raved with pain. He was ready to die. With a flourish, Moe picked up a cushion lying in one of the chairs and laid it across Henekey’s face, then he bowed to Jacko.

  ‘You may be seated you great big, beautiful doll,’ he said. Jacko moved his enormous body to the settee and, after hitching up his trousers, he lowered his vast buttocks down on to the cushion.

  *****

  Homer Hare was at his desk early the following morning. He put a call through to the Spanish Bay hotel and spoke to Trasse, the hotel detective.

  ‘I want to talk to Mrs. Burnett in private,’ Hare said, wheezing into the telephone mouthpiece. ‘I don’t imagine she would see me if I sent my card up. What do I do?’

  ‘What’s the matter with the beach?’ Trasse asked after a moment’s thought. ‘She’s on the beach every morning between ten and twelve. You get here around ten and I’ll point her out to you. What’s it all about?’

  ‘I’ll be there ten minutes after ten,’ Hare said and hung up.

  He went over to the safe, opened it and took from it Chris Burnett’s jacket and cigarette lighter. He put the lighter in his pocket and laid the jacket on the desk. He rang for Lucille. She came in and looked inquiringly at him.

  ‘Be a nice girl and make a parcel of this packet for me,’ Hare said.

  Lucille eyed the jacket and then looked again at her father.?‘Are you sure you know what you are doing?’ she asked. ‘I don’t like this a lot From what I read in the papers, Travers is a tough cookie and he plays it rough.’

  Hare beamed on her.?‘Don’t worry your head about him,’ he said. ‘I’ll talk to his daughter first. If anyone can persuade him to part with half a million, she can.’

  Lucille shrugged uneasily.

  ‘Well, all right, but don’t forget I warned you.’ She picked up the jacket with a grimace and took it away.

  Hare lit a cigar and lowered his bulk into the desk chair. He stared through the window, frowning. It was a risk, he thought, but to make a killing of half a million dollars was something he couldn’t resist. But he must be careful how he handled Mrs. Burnett. He had to be ready to bow out at the slightest sign of danger.

  Ten minutes later, he clapped his yellow panama hat on his head, picked up the brown paper parcel Lucille had put on his desk and walked slowly and heavily to the elevator. Out on the street, he climbed into the office car and drove towards the Spanish Bay hotel.

  He found Trasse, a thickset, florid faced ex-cop, waiting for him. The two men walked down the flower lined path that led to the private beach.

  ‘If anyone finds out I fingered Mrs. Burnett for you,’ Trasse growled, ‘I would lose my job. What’s the idea, anyway?’

  ‘I want to talk to her,’ Hare wheezed ‘Phew! I’m not as young as I used to be. Don’t walk so fast.’

  ‘The trouble with you is you eat too much,’ Trasse said, slowing his pace. ‘What do you want to talk to her about?’

  ‘Private business, Henry. Nothing that would interest you.

  Trasse looked suspiciously at him, then paused as they came in sight of the beach and the sea. It was still early, and there were very few people lying about on the sand.

  Trasse pointed to a distant figure, sitting under a sun umbrella.?‘There she is. Don’t blame me if you get thrown out. If she yells for help, I’ll be the one to do the throwing.’

  ‘She won’t yell,’ Hare said. ‘Put twenty bucks on your next expense sheet, Henry,’ and tucking the brown paper parcel more firmly under his arm, he set off slowly across the sand towards where Val was sitting.

  Val was feeling depressed. She had talked to Dr. Gustave on the telephone before coming down to the beach and he had said he had found Chris less well.

  ‘There’s nothing to worry about,’ he had assured her. ‘One must expect off days. He seems to have something on his mind. I think it would be a good idea if you came out here this afternoon. He might talk to you.’

  Val said she would come.?‘Be quite natural. Tell him what you have been doing,’ Gustave went on. ‘Don’t ask questions. There’s a chance he might unburden to you.’

  After this conversation, she had had to make an effort to go down to the beach, but now she was there, she was pleased. It was qui
et, and she could relax a little in the warmth of the sun. She glanced around and saw this enormous old man wearing a wrinkled white tropical suit and an ageing panama hat plodding towards her. She wondered who he was, and suddenly she realised he was heading her way. She looked quickly away. Opening her beach bag, she took out a pack of cigarettes.

  The old man was very close to her now, and as she tapped out a cigarette, he said, ‘Allow me, madam.’ He raised his hat with a little flourish and flicked a flame to the gold cigarette lighter he held in his enormous hand.

  Val looked around.?‘Thank you, but it is quite all right.’

  As she was about to turn her back, her eyes fell on the lighter. She felt her heart skip a beat, making her catch her breath sharply.

  ‘Sorry to have disturbed you, madam,’ Hare wheezed. ‘An old man’s weakness. These days it seems chivalry is out of date.’ He snapped the light shut while his beady little eyes watched Val’s reactions. He saw her hesitate, then he deliberately dropped the lighter into his pocket. He lifted his hat and then turned and began to move slowly away.

  ‘Wait…’

  Val got to her feet. She was wearing pale blue beach pyjamas, and she looked slim and lovely as she moved out of the umbrella’s shade into the sunlight.

  Hare paused. They faced each other.?‘That lighter… I think I’ve seen it before,’ Val said unsteadily. ‘May I see it?’?‘Why certainly, madam,’ Hare said. He came dose to her. She could feel the heat coming from his vast body and she could hear the wheezing of his breathing. ‘This lighter?’ He took the lighter from his pocket, turned it so the inscription showing and held it out to her.

  Val stared at the lighter, then she looked sharply at Hare.?‘I don’t understand,’ she said. ‘This belongs to my husband. Where did you get it from?’

  Hare studied the lighter as if he had never seen it before, then he walked heavily to the shade of the umbrella. With a stifled grunt, he lowered himself down on the sand.

  ‘It is some time Since I have been on a beach,’ he said, staring across the wide expanse of sand. ‘It’s very pleasant. My wife, who has been dead now for some years, used to be a beach lover.’

  Val stared down at the top of the yellow Panama hat, her heart beating rapidly. There was something about this gross old man that frightened her.

  ‘I asked you where you got that lighter,’ she said in a tight, strained voice.?‘The lighter? Oh, I found it.’ Hare tilted his head so he could look up at her. ‘Won’t you sit down, madam?’

  Where did you find it?’ Val demanded, not moving. ‘So it belongs to your husband,’ Hare said musingly. ‘How is he today?’

  ‘Will you please tell me where you found it.?‘Dear madam, don’t be impatient with a feeble old man,’ Hare said. ‘Do please sit down. You wouldn’t force such a heavy old fellow like myself to remain on his feet, would you?’

  Val dropped on to her knees. She felt something bad was coming. She could tell by the sly, simpering smile and the beady staring eyes that this dreadful old man wouldn’t be hurried.

  There was a long pause, then Hare said, ‘You are Mrs. Christopher Burnett?’?‘Yes.’?‘I understand your husband is in a sanatorium?’

  Val’s hands turned into fists, but she managed to control herself to say, ‘Yes.’?‘He disappeared from the hotel a couple of days ago and was found by two policemen?’ ‘All this was reported by the newspapers,’ Val said. ‘What is it to you?’

  Hare lifted a fistful of sand and let it run through his fat fingers.?‘I don’t wonder that children love to play on a beach,’ he said and chuckled. ‘Perhaps I’m getting senile. I wouldn’t mind having a bucket and spade right now.’

  Val said nothing. She regarded him with growing horror.

  ‘It seems Mr. Burnett had a black-out,’ Hare Continued after a long pause, ‘and he has no idea what he did during the night of the 18th.’

  Val felt a cold shiver run down her spine. There now seemed no heat in the sun.?‘This must be very worrying to you, madam,’ Hare went on and gave his sly little smile. ‘Even when wives have normal husbands, they worry when they don’t know where they have been, but when they have abnormal husbands, the worry is even greater.’

  Val! said, ‘Just what do you want? I’m not going to listen to you much longer. What is it?

  Where did you get that lighter?’?Hare took from his billfold a newspaper Cutting.?‘I would be glad if you would glance at this, madam,’ he said, offering the cutting.

  Val took it suspiciously. It was a brief account of the finding of Sue Parnell’s body at the Park Motel, Ojus with an interview with Police Chief Terrell who said it was obvious that the killer was a sexual sadist.

  Val let the cutting flutter from her cold fingers.?‘I don’t understand,’ she said.

  Hare took the lighter from his pocket.?‘This lighter, belonging to your husband, was found by the murdered woman’s body… a woman savagely murder by a lunatic.’

  He peered at Val and he was uneasily surprised to see that, the impact of his words had no apparent effect on her.

  ‘Obviously my husband lost the lighter and this killer found it.’?‘Charming to have such faith in an unstable mind,’ Hare said more roughly than he intended. ‘I think the police would have other ideas.’

  Val got to her feet.?‘Then we will ask them. You are coming with me. We will see Captain Terrell and you will tell them what you are hinting at.’

  ‘Mrs. Burnett, we mustn’t be impetuous,’ Hare said, not moving. He tossed the lighter into the air, caught it and then put it in his pocket. ‘Your husband wore a sports jacket when he left the hotel. When he was found, the jacket was missing. Happily for you both, I found it.’

  With a quick movement, he got rid of the string around the brown paper parcel and produced the jacket. He spread it out on the sand. ‘These stains, madam, come from the ripped and murdered body of Sue Parnell!’

  Val stood like a frozen statue, staring down at the coat she immediately recognised as the coat Chris had been wearing on the terrace, a few minutes before he had disappeared. She looked at the ugly rust coloured blotches that covered the front of the coat. She felt her knees sag and very slowly, she collapsed on to the hot sand.

  Hare watched her with the false sadness of a mortician. ‘I’m very sorry, madam,’ he said gently.

  ‘Very, very sorry. It would seem that your poor husband ran into this unfortunate woman, and in a moment of complete madness, murdered her. This puts me in a very serious position … I…’

  ‘Stop it, you vile old fake!’ Val screamed at him. ‘I won’t listen to you! Go away from me! Go away!’

  Startled, Hare looked quickly over his shoulder and was relieved to see that there was no one close enough to have heard Val’s outcry.

  ‘Well, of course, if that is what you wish,’ he said with great dignity. ‘I never impose myself when I am not wanted. Then you want me take this heavy responsibility and go to the police with this terrible and damning evidence?’ White faced, her eyes burning with fear and anger, Val stared at him.

  ‘What else are you suggesting?’?‘I have been struggling with my conscience,’ Hare said mildly. ‘Yours is a very well-known family. Your father is one of the most important men in the country. I felt I had to see you first before I went to the police. I thought you and also your father would not wish for your husband to be tried for the murder of a worthless prostitute, found guilty and put away for life behind the walls of a State Criminal Asylum. I felt the least I could do would be to talk to you and see if that is what you really wanted. It seemed to me that these two articles of deadly evidence could be destroyed and then no one but you and I would be any the wiser. That is why I have taken the trouble to come here this morning to consult with you, but if you would really prefer me to do my obvious duty, then regretfully, I will do so.’

  Val sat still, her hands in her lap, her face white. She remained like that for some moments, then she said quietly, without looking at Hare, ‘I underst
and… how much?’ Hare drew in a deep breath of air into his fat larded lungs. A nasty moment, he thought, but he had handled it well.

  ‘A half a million dollars, madam.’ he said gently. ‘It is a reasonable sum. When you think what you are getting in return, it is a paltry sum.’ He took his card from his billfold and dropped it close to Val. ‘I will give the lighter and the jacket to the police at six o’clock this evening… at precisely six o’clock. Unless, of course, you telephone me before then.’

  He re-wrapped the jacket, heaved himself to his feet. Then raising his hat to Val, he walked away across the san leaving big, widely spaced footprints behind him.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Terrell looked up from a mass of reports he was reading as Beigler came into his office. As Beigler sat down and reached for the can of coffee that permanently stood on Terrell’s desk, he said, ‘Nothing so far. We’re still checking the list of her boy friends. We’ve reached number fifty-seven: so far they all have cast-iron alibis.’ Terrell shrugged.?‘They could all be in the clear, but we can’t afford to miss out on one of them. It’s my guess it is some sex nut who followed her and set on her. If I’m right, we’ll have a job to find him. Nothing from the Service Stations?’

  ‘No.’ Beigler sipped his coffee and lit a cigarette. ‘How about Hardy? Could be the Lang woman was lying when she gave him an alibi?’

  ‘I thought of that, but why should Hardy want to kill her?’ Terrell said, frowning. ‘So far he’s operated without getting into trouble. Besides, I can’t imagine he’s the type to kill in that way.’

  ‘She could have had something on him, and he ripped her to make us think it was a sex killing.’

  ‘Yeah, that’s right. I…’

  The telephone bell rang. Terrell stopped short and lifted the receiver. He listened. Beigler saw his face tighten with surprise, then he said, ‘We’ll be right with you. Don’t touch a thing,’ and he hung up. He pushed back his chair and got to his feet. ‘Henekey’s been found dead. Looks like someone’s knocked him off Come on… let’s go.’