dh.theglasskey-第27部分
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e not as well off as we were two weeks ago。〃
Madvig grinned indulgently at the man on his desk。 〃Jesus； you like to sing them； Ned！ Don't anything ever look right to you？〃 He did not wait for a reply； but went on placidly： 〃I've never been through a campaign yet that didn't look like it was going to hell at some time or other。 They don't； though。〃
Ned Beaumont was lighting his cigar。 He blew smoke out and said： 〃That doesn't mean they never will。〃 He pointed the cigar at Madvig's chest。 〃If Taylor Henry's killing isn't cleared up pronto you won't have to worry about the campaign。 You'll be sunk whoever wins。〃
Madvig's blue eyes became opaque。 There was no other change in his face。 His voice was unchanged。 〃Just what do you mean by that； Ned？〃
〃Everybody in town thinks you killed him。〃
〃Yes？〃 Madvig put a hand up to his chin； rubbed it thoughtfully。 〃Don't let that worry you。 I've had things said about me before。〃
Ned Beaumont smiled tepidly and asked with mock admiration： 〃Is there anything you haven't been through before？ Ever been given the electric cure？〃
The blond man laughed。 〃And don't think I ever will；〃 he said。
〃You're not very far from it right now； Paul；〃 Ned Beaumont said softly。
Madvig laughed again。 〃Jesus Christ！〃 he scoffed。
Ned Beaumont shrugged。 〃You're not busy？〃 he asked。 〃I'm not taking up your time with my nonsense？〃
〃I'm listening to you；〃 Madvig told him quietly。 〃I never lost anything listening to you。〃
〃Thank you； sir。 Why do you suppose M'Laughlin's wiggling out from under？〃
Madvig shook his head。
〃He figures you're licked；〃 Ned Beaumont said。 〃Everybody knows the police haven't tried to find Taylor's murderer and everybody thinks it's because you killed him。 M'Laughlin figures that's enough to lick you at the polls this time。〃
〃Yes？ He figures they'd rather have Shad running the city than me？ He figures being suspected of one murder makes my rep worse than Shad's？〃
Ned Beaumont scowled at the blond man。 〃You're either kidding yourself or trying to kid me。 What's Shad's reputation got to do with it？ He's not out in the open behind his candidates。 You are and it's your candidates who're responsible for nothing being done about the murder。〃
Madvig put his hand to his chin again and leaned his elbow on the desk。 His handsome ruddy face was unlined。 He said： 〃We've been talking a lot about what other people figure； Ned。 Let's talk about what you figure。 Figure I'm licked？〃
〃You probably are；〃 Ned Beaumont said in a low sure voice。 〃It's a cinch you are if you sit still。〃 He smiled。 〃But your candidates ought to e out all right。〃
〃That；〃 Madvig said phlegmatically； 〃ought to be explained。〃
Ned Beaumont leaned over and carefully knocked cigar…ash into the brass spittoon beside the desk。 Then he said； unemotionally： 〃They're going to cross you up。〃
〃Yes？〃
〃Why not？ You've let Shad take most of the riffraff from behind you。 You're counting on the respectable people； the better element； to carry the election。 They're getting leery。 Well； your candidates make a grandstand…play； arrest you for murder； and the respectable citizensdelighted with these noble officials who are brave enough to jail their own acknowledged boss when he breaks the lawtrample each other to death in their hurry to get to the polls and elect the heroes to four more years of city…administering。 You can't blame the boys much。 They know they're sitting pretty if they do it and out of work if they don't。〃
Madvig took his hand from his chin to ask： 〃You don't count much on their loyalty； do you； Ned？〃
Ned Beaumont smiled。 〃Just as much as you do；〃 he replied。 His smile went away。 〃I'm not guessing； Paul。 I went in to see Farr this afternoon。 I had to walk in； crash the gatehe tried to dodge me。 He pretended he hadn't been digging into the killing。 He tried to stall me on what he'd found out。 In the end he dummied up on me。〃 He made a disdainful mouth。 〃Farr； the guy I could always make jump through hoops。〃
〃Well； that's only Farr；〃 Madvig began。
Ned Beaumont cut him short。 〃Only Farr； and that's the tip…off。 Rutlege or Brody or even Rainey might clip you on their own； but if Farr's doing anything it's a pipe he knows the others are with him。〃 He frowned at the blond man's stolid face。 〃You can stop believing me any time you want to； Paul。〃
Madvig made a careless gesture with the hand he had held to his chin。 〃I'll let you know when I stop；〃 he said。 〃How'd you happen to drop in on Farr？〃
〃Harry Sloss called me up today。 It seems he and Ben Ferriss saw you arguing with Taylor in China Street the night of the murder； or claim they did。〃 Ned Beaumont was looking with eyes that held no particular expression at the blond man and his voice was matter…of…fact。 〃Ben had gone to Farr with it。 Harry wanted to be paid for not going。 There's a couple of your Club…members reading the signs。 I've been watching Farr lose his nerve for some time； so I went in to check him up。〃
Madvig nodded。 〃And you're sure he's knifing me？〃
〃Yes。〃
Madvig got up from his chair and went to the window。 He stood there； hands in trousers…pockets； looking through the glass for perhaps three minutes while Ned Beaumont； sitting on the desk； smoked and looked at the blond man's wide back。 Then； not turning his head； Madvig asked： 〃What'd you say to Harry？〃
〃Stalled him。〃
Madvig left the window and came back to the desk； but he did not sit down。 His ruddiness had deepened。 Otherwise no change had e into his face。 His voice was level。 〃What do you think we ought to do？〃
〃About Sloss？ Nothing。 The other monkey's already gone to Farr。 It doesn't make much difference what Sloss does。〃
〃I didn't mean that。 I meant about the whole thing。〃
Ned Beaumont dropped his cigar into the spittoon。 〃I've told you。 If Taylor Henry's murder isn't cleared up pronto you're sunk。 That's the whole thing。 That's the only thing worth doing anything about。〃
Madvig stopped looking at Ned Beaumont。 He looked at a wide vacant space on the wall。 He pressed his full lips together。 Moisture appeared on his temples。 He said from deep in his chest： 〃That won't do。 Think up something else。〃
Ned Beaumont's nostrils moved with his breathing and the brown of his eyes seemed dark as the pupils。 He said： 〃There isn't anything else； Paul。 Any other way plays into the hands of either Shad or Farr and his crew and either of them will ruin you。〃
Madvig said somewhat hoarsely： 〃There must be an out； Ned。 Think。〃
Ned Beaumont left the desk and stood close in front of the blond man。 〃There isn't。 That's the only way。 You're going to take it whether you like it or not； or I'm going to take it for you。〃
Madvig shook his head violently。 〃No。 Lay off。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃That's one thing I won't do for you； Paul。〃
Then Madvig looked Ned Beaumont in the eyes and said in a harsh whisper： 〃I killed him； Ned。〃
Ned Beaumont drew a breath in and let it out in a long sigh。
Madvig put his hands on Ned Beaumont's shoulders and his words came out thick and blurred。 〃It was an accident； Ned。 He ran down the street after me when I left； with a cane he'd picked up on the way out。 We'd hadthere'd been some trouble there and he caught up with me and tried to hit me with the stick。 I don't know how it happened； but pulling it away from him I hit him on the head with itnot hardit couldn't've been very hardbut he fell back and smashed his head on the curb。〃
Ned Beaumont nodded。 His face had suddenly bee empty of all expression except hard concentration on Madvig's words。 He asked in a crisp voice that matched his face： 〃What happened to the cane？〃
〃I took it away under my overcoat and burned it。 After I knew he was dead I found it in my hand； when I was walking down to the Club； so I put it under my overcoat and then burned it。〃
〃What kind of cane was it？〃
〃A rough brown one； heavy。〃
〃And his hat？〃
〃I don't know； Ned。 I guess it was knocked off and somebody picked it up。〃
〃He had one on？〃
〃Yes； sure。〃
Ned Beaumont brushed a side of his mustache with a thumb…nail。 〃You remember Sloss's and Ferriss's car passing you？〃
Madvig shook his head。 〃No； though they may have。〃
Ned Beaumont frowned at the blond man。 〃You gummed things up plenty by running off with the stick and burning it and keeping quiet all this time；〃 he grumbled。 〃You had a clear self…defense plea。〃
〃I know； but I didn't want that； Ned；〃 Madvig said hoarsely。 〃I want Janet Henry more than I ever wanted anything in my life and what chance would I have then； even if it was an accident？〃
Ned Beaumont laughed in Madvig's face。 It was a low laugh and bitter。 He said： 〃You'd have more chance than you've got now。〃
Madvig； staring at him； said nothing。
Ned Beaumont said： 〃She's always thought you killed her brother。 She hates you。 She's been trying to play you into the electric chair。 She's responsible for first throwing suspicion on you with anonymous letters sent around to everybody that might be interested。 She's the one that turned Opal against you。 She was in my rooms this morning telling me this； trying to turn me。 She〃
Madvig said： 〃That's enough。〃 He stood erect； a big blond man whose eyes were cold blue disks。 〃What is it； Ned？ Do you want her yourself or is it〃 He broke off contemptuously。 〃It doesn't make any difference。〃 He jerked a thumb carelessly at the door。 〃Get out； you heel； this is the kiss…off。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃I'll get out when I've finished talking。〃
Madvig said： 〃You'll get out when you're told to。 You can't say anything I'll believe。 You haven't said anything I believe。 You never will now。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃Oke。〃 He picked up his hat and overcoat and went out。
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Ned Beaumont went home。 His face was pale and sullen。 He slouched down in one of the big red chairs with a bottle of Bourbon whisky and a glass on the table beside him； but he did not drink。 He stared gloomily at his black…shod feet and bit a finger…nail。 His telephone…bell rang。 He did not answer it。 Twilight began to displace day in the room。 The room was dusky when he rose and went to the telephone。
He called a number。 Then： 〃Hello； I'd like to speak to Miss Henry； please。〃 After a pause that he spent whistli
