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〃Yes；〃 Murdock said quietly。 〃Something exactly like that。 He was drunk and a bit high and he seemed to have a sense of power。 He gloated； almost。 He said if they got him in the gas chamber； I would be sitting right beside him。 But that wasn't all he said。〃
〃No。 He didn't want to sit in the gas chamber and he didn't at the time see any very good reason why he should； if you kept your mouth good and tight。 So he played his trump card。 His first hold on you； what made you take the doubloon and give it to him； even if he did promise you money as well； was something about Merle and your father。 I know about it。 Your mother told me what little I hadn't put together already。 That was his first hold and it was pretty strong。 Because it would let you justify yourself。 But last night he wanted something still stronger。 So he told you the truth and said he had proof。〃
He shivered； but the light clear proud look managed to stay on his face。
〃I pulled a gun on him；〃 he said； almost in a happy voice。 〃After all she is my mother。〃
〃Nobody can take that away from you。〃
He stood up； very straight； very tall。 〃I went over to the chair he sat in and reached down and put the gun against his face。 He had a gun in the pocket of his robe。 He tried to get it； but he didn't get it in time。 I took it away from him。 I put my gun back in my pocket。 I put the muzzle of the other gun against the side of his head and told him I would kill him； if he didn't produce his proof and give it to me。 He began to sweat and babble that he was just kidding me。 I clicked back the hammer on the gun to scare him some more。〃
He stopped and held a hand out in front of him。 The hand shook but as he stared down at it it got steady。 He dropped it to his side and looked me in the eye。
〃The gun must have been filed or had a very light action。 It went off。 I jumped back against the wall and knocked a picture down。 I jumped from surprise that the gun went off； but it kept the blood off me。 I wiped the gun off and put his fingers around it and then put it down on the floor close to his hand。 He was dead at once。 He hardly bled except the first spurt。 It was an accident。〃
〃Why spoil it？〃 I half sneered。 〃Why not make it a nice clean honest murder？〃
〃That's what happened。 I can't prove it； of course。 But I think I might have killed him anyway。 What about the police？〃
I stood up and shrugged my shoulders。 I felt tired； spent； drawn out and sapped。 My throat was sore from yapping and my brain ached from trying to keep my thoughts orderly。
〃I don't know about the police；〃 I said。 〃They and I are not very good friends； on account of they think I am holding out on them。 And God knows they are right。 They may get to you。 If you weren't seen； if you didn't leave any fingerprints around； and even if you did； if they don't have any other reason to suspect you and get your fingerprints to check； then they may never think of you。 If they find out about the doubloon and that it was the Murdock Brasher； I don't know where you stand。 It all depends on how well you stand up to them。〃
〃Except for mother's sake；〃 he said。 〃I don't very much care。 I've always been a flop。〃
〃And on the other hand；〃 I said； ignoring the feeble talk； 〃if the gun really has a very light action and you get a good lawyer and tell an honest story and so on； no jury will convict you。 Juries don't like blackmailers。〃
〃That's too bad；〃 he said。 〃Because I am not in a position to use that defense。 I don't know anything about blackmail。 Vannier showed me where I could make some money； and I needed it badly。〃
I said： 〃Uh…huh。 If they get you where you need the blackmail dope； you'll use it all right。 Your old lady will make you。 If it's her neck or yours； she'll spill。〃
〃It's horrible；〃 he said。 〃Horrible to say that。〃
〃You were lucky about that gun。 All the people we know have been playing with it； wiping prints off and putting them on。 I even put a set on myself just to be fashionable； it's tricky when the hand is still。 But I had to do it。 Morny was over there having his wife put hers on。 He thinks she killed Vannier； so she probably thinks he did。〃
He just stared at me。 I chewed my lip。 It felt as still as a piece of glass。
〃Well； I guess I'll just be running along now；〃 I said。
〃You mean you are going to let me get away with it？〃 His voice was getting a little supercilious again。
〃I'm not going to turn you in； if that's what you mean。 Beyond that I guarantee nothing。 If I'm involved in it； I'll have to face up to the situation。 There's no question of morality involved。 I'm not a cop nor a mon informer nor an officer of the court。 You say it was an accident。 Okay； it was an accident。 I wasn't a witness。 I haven't any proof either way。 I've been working for your mother and whatever right to my silence that gives her； she can have。 I don't like her； I don't like you； I don't like this house。 I didn't particularly like your wife。 But I like Merle。 She's kind of silly and morbid； but she's kind of sweet too。 And I know what has been done to her in this damn family for the past eight years。 And I know she didn't push anybody out of any window。 Does that explain matters？〃
He gobbled； but nothing came that was coherent。
〃I'm taking Merle home；〃 I said。 〃I asked your mother to send her clothes to my apartment in the morning。 In case she kind of forgets； being busy with her solitaire game； would you see that that is done？〃
He nodded dumbly。 Then he said in a queer small voice： 〃You are goingjust like that？ I haven'tI haven't even thanked you。 A man I hardly know； taking risks for meI don't know what to say。〃
〃I'm going the way I always go；〃 I said。 〃With an airy smile and a quick flip of the wrist。 And with a deep and heartfelt hope that I won't be seeing you in the fish bowl。 Good night。〃
I turned my back on him and went to the door and out。 I shut the door with a quiet firm click of the lock。 A nice smooth exit； in spite of all the nastiness。 For the last time I went over and patted the little painted Negro on the head and then walked across the long lawn by the moon…drenched shrubs and the deodar tree to the street and my car。
I drove back to Hollywood； bought a pint of good liquor； checked in at the Plaza； and sat on the side of the bed staring at my feet and lapping the whiskey out of the bottle。
Just like any mon bedroom drunk。
When I had enough of it to make my brain fuzzy enough to stop thinking； I undressed and got into bed and after a while； but not soon enough； I went to sleep。
35
It was three o'clock in the afternoon and there were five pieces of luggage inside the apartment door； side by side on the carpet。 There was my yellow cowhide； well scraped on both sides from being pushed around in the boots of cars。 There were two nice pieces of airplane luggage both marked L。M。 There was an old black imitation walrus thing marked M。D。 and there was one of these little leatherette overnight cases which you can buy in drugstores for a dollar forty…nine。
Dr。 Carl Moss had just gone out of the door cursing me because he had kept his afternoon class of hypochondriacs waiting。 The sweetish smell of