Hell Hath No Fury Part 9

"Nothing except that it's been on fire. But what's it got to do with me? I thought you said I robbed a bank. You mean when I got rich I burned my alarm clock?"

"Not exactly. Notice something else funny about it? It hasn't got a bell."

"All right," I said. "I'll bite. So it hasn't got a bell."

"Not much use as an alarm clock, is it?"

"I shouldn't think so. But I still don't get it. Why tell me?"

"Why? Just in case you ever wanted to hold up a bank sometime, and needed a diversion. It's an old Indian-fighter's trick. You'd use a clock like this to start a fire somewhere at exactly the time you wanted it started. That'd take the pressure off, because everybody in town'd go to the fire. You notice those little drops of metal on top of the clapper? They're solder. The insurance investigator who dug it out of the ashes told me about them. There was a match-holder of some kind fastened on there and it melted off with the heat, but it didn't quite all melt off. But it's still a d.a.m.ned smart trick." Suddenly he stopped his pacing back and forth and snapped at me like a popping whip. "Madox, where'd you buy that clock?"

"I told you," I said. "I never saw it before."

He went back and sat down on the edge of the desk. "A man smart enough to pull off a job like that'd be too smart to buy the stuff he needed for it there in town. He'd go somewhere else and get it." He leaned forward a little with the cigar in his mouth. "Now, let's have the truth for once. Where'd you go the Friday before the fire?"

I stared at him a little blankly. "Go? I don't remember going anywhere-No, wait a minute. I did, too. I don't remember whether it was Friday or not, but about a week before the fire I went down to Houston."

"That's more like it. And what'd you go down there for? Not to buy a clock, by any chance?"

"No. I went down there to try to collect some money a man owed me."

"What man?"

"His name's Kelvey. Tom Kelvey." I was in the clear on that. Kelvey'd owed me two hundred dollars for over a year.

"What's his address?"

I told him.

"And you saw him? And got the money?"

"No," I said. "I didn't see him."

"Well, that's too bad. You drove all the way down there to put the bite on him and then you didn't even see him. I'll bet he was out of town, wasn't he? Funny how those things happen."

I could see that one coming. They'd probably check Kelvey, so I had to do better than that. "No," I said. "I don't know whether he was home or not. I didn't even look him up."

"I see. You suddenly decided you didn't want the money after all."

"No. I got side-tracked."

"By what?"

"I ran into an old girl friend."

"And that was more important?"

"Well," I said, "you know how it is. It's always more important than anything, at the time."

"All right. Who was the girl?"

"End of the line," I said. "She's an old girl friend, like I said. But she's also married."

"Then you did go down there to buy a clock."

"Think anything you want. I've told you how it happened."

"But you won't say who the girl was?"

"Of course not. You think I want her to get in trouble?"

"Well, you've got yourself in trouble."

"I don't think so. You say you think I robbed a bank. That's not trouble, unless I'd actually done it. What'd you do, pick my name out of a hat?"

"No. This is Monday morning, and six of us have been working on this since Friday evening. It doesn't take that long to pull a name out of a hat. Madox, you might as well face it. You stick out in this thing like a cootch dancer at a funeral."

"Why?" I asked. I wiped the sweat off my face. "For G.o.d's sake, why? Because I was there in town?"

"I'm coming to that. Why were you?"

"I told you. I work there. I sell cars."

"I know. And in less than three weeks after you show up, the bank is robbed. Where'd you work last?"

"In Houston."

"So you leave a city the size of Houston and just happen to wind up in a one-horse burg of less than three thousand. To sell cars, you say. Why?"

"Cars are sold everywhere."

"Did somebody recommend the place? Did Harshaw advertise for a salesman in the Houston papers?"

"No," I said. "I-"

"I see. Just a coincidence."

"If you'll give me a chance, I'll tell you. After I quit my job in Houston, I decided I'd go to Oklahoma City. I stopped in Lander to get some lunch, and while I was eating Harshaw came in for coffee. We got to talking about something that was in the paper there on the counter, and struck up kind of a general conversation. When he found out I was a salesman, he offered me a job. You can ask him about it if you don't believe me."

"So you took a job? Just like that?"

"Why not? A job was what I was looking for."

"And then in less than three weeks somebody sticks up a bank that hasn't been robbed in the forty-three years it's been there. A week before it happens you go off somewhere for a whole day and night and you can't explain. And the same day it happens, a little after dark, you sneak out of town again for two or three hours. Where'd you go that time?"

I began to be afraid of him then. He was like a bulldog; every time he s.h.i.+fted his grip he got a little more of your throat.

"Well?" The relentless eyes wouldn't leave my face. "Another married woman you can't tell us about?"

"No," I said. "I remember what you're talking about. I went swimming."

"Everybody else in town is in an uproar about a fire and bank robbery, but you go swimming. All right, where'd you go?"

I told him.

"Did you ever go swimming out there at night before?"

"Yes. Several times."

He grunted. "Good. That's what I wanted to know. Now tell me something I'm curious about." He paused a moment, watching me and letting me wait. "On these other times, did you always make it a point to stop in at the restaurant on your way back with your hair plastered down like a wet rat, and kid the waitress about it?"

I was groggy for a minute. How could I have known I'd run into a mind like this? I'd done it deliberately, for an alibi, but he could smell it. It was overdone for him. It was phony; it stuck out. I rolled with it, trying to keep my face from showing I was being hurt.

"Look," I said, "how the h.e.l.l do I know where I went every time I came back from swimming? I don't keep a diary. G.o.d, you just go swimming. And then you go home. Or you want a cup of coffee. Or a c.o.ke. Or you go to the movies. Or to the can. Who's going to keep track of all that?"

"I was just curious about it. We'll call it another coincidence. Let's go back to the first time you were ever in that bank. You opened an account, remember? And here's the funniest coincidence of all. There was a fire that day too, wasn't there?"

"Yes," I said. "I think there was, now that I recall it."

"And when you went in, there wasn't anybody in the place, as far as you could see?"

"Yes. That's right."

"But of course you didn't think anything about it? I mean, it happens every day-a bank with money lying around everywhere and n.o.body in sight looking after it. You didn't think about it again, did you?"

"Yes, I did. As a matter of fact, I thought they were goofier than bedbugs."

"But you went right ahead and put your money in it, didn't you?"

"I had to, if I was going to put it anywhere. It was the only bank in town."

He s.h.i.+fted his attack then. That was the trouble with him; you could never tell where he was going to hit you next. "You're a pretty big man, Madox. How much do you weigh?"

"Around two-fifteen. Why?"

"And just from looking at you I'd say not much of it's fat. There's a lot of power there. What I'm getting at is a long talk I had with Julian Ward. I spent about two hours with him, trying to find something to start with. He didn't see the man who tied him up; all he saw was a blanket. But there was one thing he was certain about-and that was whoever did the job was a big man and a powerful one. He said he'd never felt such absolute helplessness in his life."

"Nuts," I said. "I know Ward. He's the man who opened the account for me. He's sixty if he's a day, and he wouldn't weigh 140 in a wet overcoat. A high-school kid could manhandle him."

"Sure. But the thing that stuck in his mind wasn't that it was done, but the way it was done. No effort. So much reserve power the man didn't even hurt him, just picked him up and set him down the way you would a baby."

"All right," I said. "So it was a big man. Am I the only one in the state?"

"You're the only one so far that fits exactly in the whole picture."

"Well, look," I said angrily. "Let's get down to some facts. You say the bank was robbed while that building was burned down, that whoever cleaned it out set the building afire so he wouldn't be bothered by kibitzers looking over his shoulder. Well, I was at the fire. So how in h.e.l.l could I have been in two places at once?" . He stopped and sat down on the edge of the desk again, with what looked like a little smile around the corners of his mouth. "I wondered when you'd get around to that," he said. "Can you prove you were at the fire?"

I had sense enough to lead into it gradually. This white-haired bloodhound could smell a pat alibi a mile. "Well, d.a.m.n," I said, "somebody must have seen me. After all, there were more than a thousand people milling around"

"But anybody in particular?" he asked.

"Well, I didn't go around shaking hands and taking down the names and addresses of witnesses, if that's what you mean. But let me think. There's bound to be somebody who remembers me. I talked to some of them-"

"Why not go ahead and say it?" he asked softly. "One of the men you talked to is sitting right there looking at you. He remembers you. He remembers how you made a big splash handling hose and helping shove the crowd back-twenty-five minutes after the fire started, and after the bank was already robbed."

11

That started it, and it went on and on until time meant nothing any more. They had Gulick's statement that I'd left the car lot when the fire engine went by, and they said n.o.body had seen me again until a full twenty-five minutes had gone by. I said I'd been at the fire the whole time. They said I hadn't. I began to feel dazed, and hypnotized, too tired to lift my hands or light a cigarette or think. The world became nothing but heat and white light and an endless rain of questions beating against me. They took turns. Tate went out for coffee and when he came back the Sheriff went out. It made no difference. The questions and the accusations were the same and after a while I couldn't tell the voices apart.

"Where did you go that Friday?"

"I went to Houston."

"Where did you go that night?"

"Swimming. I told you. I went swimming."

"You went somewhere to get rid of that money. Where'd you hide it?"

"I went swimming."

"Did you bury it?"

"I went swimming."

"Where did you bury it?"

"I didn't bury anything."

"How did you mark the place?"

"I went swimming."

"Was it near the river?"

"It was in the river."

"You buried the money in the river?"

"I didn't bury any money. I didn't have any money. I don't know anything about any money."