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Jeff said： 〃You're a heel。〃
The young…middle…aged man with plump lips and round eyes opened the door； came in quickly； and shut it behind him。
Ned Beaumont said： 〃Jeff's killed O'Rory。 Phone the police。 You'll have time to clear the place before they get here。 Better get a doctor； too； in case he's not dead。〃
Jeff laughed scornfully。 〃If he ain't dead I'm the Pope。〃 He stopped laughing and addressed the plump…mouthed man with careless familiarity： 〃What do you think of this guy thinking you're going to let him get away with that？ Tell him what a fat chance he has of getting away with it； Tim。〃
Tim looked at the dead man on the sofa； at Jeff； and at Ned Beaumont。 His round eyes were sober。 He spoke to Ned Beaumont； slowly： 〃This is a tough break for the house。 Can't we drag him out in the street and let him be found there？〃
Ned Beaumont shook his head。 〃Get your place cleaned up before the coppers get here and you'll be all right。 I'll do what I can for you。〃
While Tim hesitated Jeff said： 〃Listen； Tim； you know me。 You know〃
Tim said without especial warmth： 〃For Christ's sake pipe down。〃
Ned Beaumont smiled。 〃Nobody knows you； Jeff； now Shad's dead。〃
〃No？〃 The apish man sat back more fortably in his chair and his face cleared。 〃Well； turn me up。 Now I know what kind of sons of bitches you are I'd rather take the fall than ask a God…damned thing of either of you。〃
Tim； ignoring Jeff； asked： 〃Have to play it that way？〃
Ned Beaumont nodded。
〃I guess I can stand it；〃 Tim said and put his hand on the door…knob。
〃Mind seeing if Jeff's got a gun on him？〃 Ned Beaumont asked。
Tim shook his head。 〃It happened here； but I've got nothing to do with it and I'm going to have nothing to do with it；〃 he said and went out。
Jeff； slouching back fortably in his chair； his hands idle on the edge of the table before him； talked to Ned Beaumont until the police came。 He talked cheerfully； calling Ned Beaumont numerous profane and obscene and merely insulting names； accusing him of a long and varied list of vices。
Ned Beaumont listened with polite interest。
A raw…boned white…haired man in a lieutenant's uniform was the first policeman to e in。 Half a dozen police detectives were behind him。
Ned Beaumont said： 〃'Lo； Brett。 I think he's got a gun on him。〃
〃What's it all about？〃 Brett asked； looking at the body on the sofa while two of the detectives； squeezing past him； took hold of Jeff Gardner。
Ned Beaumont told Brett what had happened。 His story was truthful except in giving the impression that O'Rory had been killed in the heat of their struggle and not after he had been disarmed。
While Ned Beaumont was talking a doctor came in； turned Shad O'Rory's body over on the sofa； examined him briefly； and stood up。 The Lieutenant looked at the doctor。 The doctor said； 〃Gone；〃 and went out of the small crowded room。
Jeff was jovially cursing the two detectives who held him。 Every time he cursed； one of the detectives struck him in the face with his fist。 Jeff laughed and kept on cursing them。 His false teeth had been knocked out。 His mouth bled。
Ned Beaumont gave the dead man's pistol to Brett and stood up。 〃Want me to e along to headquarters now？ Or will tomorrow do？〃
〃Better e along now；〃 Brett replied。
4
It was long past midnight when Ned Beaumont left police headquarters。 He said good…night to the two reporters who had e out with him and got into a taxicab。 The address he gave the driver was Paul Madvig's。
Lights were on in the ground…floor of Madvig's house and as Ned Beaumont climbed the front steps the door was opened by Mrs。 Madvig。 She was dressed in black and had a shawl over her shoulders。
He said： 〃'Lu； Mom。 What are you doing up so late？〃
She said； 〃I thought it was Paul；〃 though she looked at him without disappointment。
〃Isn't he home？ I wanted to see him。〃 He looked sharply at her。 〃What's the matter？〃
The old woman stepped back； pulling the door back with her。 〃e in； Ned。〃
He went in。
She shut the door and said： 〃Opal tried to mit suicide。〃
He lowered his eyes and mumbled： 〃What？ What do you mean？〃
〃She had cut one of her wrists before the nurse could stop her。 She didn't lose much blood； though； and she's all right if she doesn't try it again。〃 There was as little of weakness in her voice as in her mien。
Ned Beaumont's voice was not steady。 〃Where's Paul？〃
〃I don't know。 We haven't been able to find him。 He ought to be home before this。 I don't know where he is。〃 She put a bony hand on Ned Beaumont's upper arm and now her voice shook a little。 〃Are youare you and Paul？〃 She stopped； squeezing his arm。
He shook his head。 〃That's done for good。〃
〃Oh； Ned； boy； isn't there anything you can do to patch it up？ You and he〃 Again she broke off。
He raised his head and looked at her。 His eyes were wet。 He said gently： 〃No； Mom； that's done for good。 Did he tell you about it？〃
〃He only told me； when I said I'd phoned you about that man from the District Attorney's office being here； that I wasn't ever to do anything like that again； that youthat you were not friends now。〃
Ned Beaumont cleared his throat。 〃Listen； Mom； tell him I came to see him。 Tell him I'm going home and will wait there for him； will be waiting all night。〃 He cleared his throat again and added lamely： 〃Tell him that。〃
Mrs。 Madvig put her bony hands on his shoulders。 〃You're a good boy； Ned。 I don't want you and Paul to quarrel。 You're the best friend he ever had； no matter what's e between you。 What is it？ Is it that Janet？〃
〃Ask Paul；〃 he said in a low bitter voice。 He moved his head impatiently。 〃I'm going to run along； Mom； unless there's something I can do for you or Opal。 Is there？〃
〃Not unless you'd go up to see her。 She's not sleeping yet and maybe it would do some good to talk to her。 She used to listen to you。〃
He shook his head。 〃No；〃 he said； 〃she wouldn't want to see me〃he swallowed〃either。〃
X。The Shattered Key
1
Ned Beaumont went home。 He drank coffee； smoked； read a newspaper； a magazine； and half a book。 Now and then he stopped reading to walk； fidgeting； around his rooms。 His door…bell did not ring。 His telephone…bell did not ring。
At eight o'clock in the morning he bathed； shaved； and put on fresh clothes。 Then he had breakfast sent in and ate it。
At nine o'clock he went to the telephone； called Janet Henry's number； asked for her； and said： 〃Good morning。 。 。 。 Yes； fine； thanks。 。 。 。 Well； we're ready for the fireworks。 。 。 。 Yes。 。 。 。 If your father's there suppose we let him in on the whole thing first。 。 。 。 Fine； but not a word till I get there。 。 。 。 As soon as I can make it。 I'm leaving now。 。 。 。 Right。 See you in minutes。〃
He got up from the telephone staring into space； clapped his hands together noisily； and rubbed their palms together。 His mouth was a sullen line under his mustache； his eyes hot brown points。 He went to the closet and briskly put on his overcoat and hat。 He left his room whistling Little Lost Lady between his teeth and took long steps through the streets。
〃Miss Henry's expecting me；〃 he said to the maid who opened the Henrys' door。
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