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."The Free Press is all set to tear it to pieces as bought and paid for with Towne's money."Shayne said pleasantly, "Towne didn't like it either.""I know.He called me after you'd been out to see him.He figures you're playing the Free Press game."Shayne grinned imperturbably and admitted, "Maybe I am." He stood up and yawned, "Any chance of borrowing a spare police vehicle to do some poking around the city?"Chief Dyer regarded him quizzically."Who are you working for?""Myself.As far as I can see, I'm the only one actually interested in how and why the soldier was murdered before Towne ran over the body.""I've got men on it, but it looks like a dead end to me," Dyer howled."Look up Captain Gerlach and tell him I said to give you e key to one of the Homicide crates." Shayne thanked him and sauntered out to look for Captain Gerlach.VIIIHalf an hour later Michael Shayne was rolling west on Main Street it roughly paralleled the course of the Rio Grande out toward the letters.He was driving an unmarked coupe loaned to him by Captain Gerlach of Homicide.He turned to the right at the intersection of Lawton, and drove the le block toward Missouri at about twenty miles an hour.The two streets met at an acute angle, and at that speed Shayne had to swing e coupe out in a wide arc to make the turn eastward onto Missouri, was quite evident that the sharp comer could not be negotiated at greater speed than he had been driving.He pulled the coupe in to the curb and walked back toward the corner.Faint chalk marks still remained on the pavement, showing here the police had outlined the position of the soldier's body d had traced the tire marks of Towne's limousine around the corner.The chalk lines indicating the path of Towne's tires stopped out ten feet beyond where the body had been nm over.Shayne stood on the curb and studied the chalk marks carefully, Towne's heavy limousine had cut the corner more sharply than the cope, indicating that Towne was driving at even less than twenty miles per hour: an assumption that was borne out by the fact that he’d stopped within ten feet after running over the body.The spot had been well chosen if the body was placed in the street the hope of having it run over by a car rounding the comer at )w speed.The acuteness of the angle would prevent a driver from seeing what lay ahead until his car was fully straightened out.And dusk, when headlights give little actual illumination, Shayne could see at it had been easily possible for a driver to strike a body lying in the street without realizing it until the wheels passed over it.He went back and got into the coupe and drove along slowly, stopping in front of a little stuccoed house set well back from the street behind a neatly trimmed hedge of cedar.He got out and went up a gravel walk to the front door and pressed the bell.The hedge extended past both sides of the house, effectually screening it from its neighbors.A woman opened the door and looked out at him.She was about forty, with a well-kept figure for a Mexican woman of that age.She had pleasantly placid features, dark skin, and her cheeks were smoothly plump beneath high cheekbones.Her black hair was drawn back severely from a broad, unlined forehead.She looked at him with perfect self-possession, and waited for him to state his business.Shayne pulled off his hat and said, "Good afternoon.Mr.Jefferson Towne sent me."She raised black unplucked brows until they made a straight line above her eyes and said, "I do not understand.""Jeff Towne," said Shayne expansively."Didn't he telephone you that I was coming?"Her eyes were puzzled, and she moved her head slowly from side to side."I do not have telephone, Senor.""I guess he meant to come around and tell you, or send a message.Anyhow, he sent me to have a talk with you." Shayne tried out his most disarming smile.Her eyes were very dark, a soft, liquid brown.She stood looking at him with disconcerting steadiness and it was impossible to know what she was thinking, or if she was thinking at all.She was clothed with dignity and a stoic reserve characteristic of her race.For a baffled moment Shayne thought that Carmela must be mistaken with regard to her relationship with Jefferson Towne, but he made a move to step forward and said, "May I come inside where we can talk?"She stood aside, then, to let him enter.There was a small, uncarpeted entryway through which she preceded him to a comfortably furnished front room dimmed by half-closed Venetian blinds at the windows.The structure was of adobe, bungalow style, with plastered inner walls, and very cool.Small Indian rugs were laid before the restful chairs, and a few good pieces of Indian pottery adorned the sideboard and center table.Shayne stood in the center of the room looking around slowly.The woman seated herself in a rocking chair and invited him to be seated [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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