a devilish tangle. Anyway, I feel rather bucked. We’re moving—oh, undoubtedly we’re moving—though in what direction I can’t even guess. It’s beastly annoyin’.”
Markham was waiting for us at the Bankers’ Club. He greeted Vance irritably. “What have you got to tell me that’s so damned important?”
“Now, don’t get ratty.” Vance was beaming. “How’s your lodestar, Skeel, behaving?”
“So far he’s done everything that’s pure and refined except join the Christian Endeavor Society.”
“Sunday’s coming. Give him time.… So you’re not happy, Markham dear?”
“Was I dragged away from another engagement to report on my state of mind?”
“No need. Your state of mind’s execrable.… Cheerio! I’ve brought you something to think about.”
“Damn it! I’ve got too much to think about now.”
“Here, have some brioche.” Vance gave the order for lunch without consulting either of us. “And now for my revelations. Imprimis: Pop Cleaver wasn’t in Boonton last Monday night. He was very much in the midst of our modern Gomorrah, trying to arrange a midnight party.”
“Wonderful!” snorted Markham. “I lave in the font of your wisdom. His alter ego, I take it, was on the road to Hopatcong. The supernatural leaves me cold.”
“You may be as pancosmic as you choose. Cleaver was in New York at midnight Monday, craving excitement.”
“What about the summons for speeding?”
“That’s for you to explain. But if you’ll take my advice, you’ll send for this Boonton catchpole and let him have a look at Pop. If he says Cleaver is the man he ticketed, I’ll humbly do away with myself.”
“Well! That makes it worth trying. I’ll have the officer at the Stuyvesant Club this afternoon and I’ll point out Cleaver to him.… What other staggering revelations have you in store?”
“Mannix will bear looking into.”
Markham put down his knife and fork and leaned back. “I’m overcome! Such Himalayan sagacity! With that evidence against him, he should be arrested at once.… Vance, my dear old friend, are you feeling quite normal? No dizzy spells lately? No shooting pains in the head? Knee jerks all right?”
“Furthermore, Doctor Lindquist was wildly infatuated with the Canary, and insanely jealous. Recently threatened to take a pistol and hold a little pogrom of his own.”
“That’s better.” Markham sat up. “Where did you get this information?”
“Ah! That’s my secret.”
Markham was annoyed.
“Why so mysterious?”
“Needs must, old chap. Gave my word and all that sort of thing. And I’m a bit quixotic, don’t y’ know—too much Cervantes in my youth.” He spoke lightly, but Markham knew him too well to push the question.
In less than five minutes after we had returned to the district attorney’s office, Heath came in.
“I got something else on Mannix, sir; thought you might want to add it to the report I turned in yesterday. Burke secured a picture of him and showed it to the phone operators at Odell’s house. Both of ’em recognized it. He’s been there several times, but it wasn’t the Canary he called on. It was the woman in Apartment 2. She’s named Frisbee and used to be one of Mannix’s fur models. He’s been to see her several times during the past six months and has taken her out once or twice; but he hasn’t called on her for a month or more.… Any good?”
“Can’t tell.” Markham shot Vance an inquisitive look. “But thanks for the information, Sergeant.”
“By the bye,” said Vance dulcetly, when Heath had left us, “I’m feeling tophole. No pains in the head; no dizzy spells. Knee jerks perfect.”
“Delighted. Still, I can’t charge a man with murder because he calls on his fur model.”
“You’re so hasty! Why should you charge him with murder?” Vance rose and yawned. “Come, Van. I’d rather like to gaze on Perneb’s tomb at the Metropolitan this afternoon. Could you bear it?” At the door he paused. “I say, Markham, what about the Boonton bailiff?” Markham rang for Swacker. “I’ll see to it at once. Drop in at the club around five, if you feel like it. I’ll have the officer there then, as Cleaver is sure to come in before dinner.”
When Vance and I returned to the club late that afternoon, Markham was stationed in the lounge room facing the main door of the rotunda; and beside him sat a tall, heavyset, bronzed man of about forty, alert but ill at ease.
“Traffic Officer Phipps arrived from Boonton a little while ago,” said Markham, by way of introduction. “Cleaver is expected at any moment now. He has an appointment here at half past five.”
Vance drew up a chair.
“I do hope he’s a punctual beggar.”
“So do I,” returned Markham viciously. “I’m looking forward to your felo-de-se.”
“‘Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair,’” murmured Vance.
Less than ten minutes later Cleaver entered the rotunda from the street, paused at the desk, and sauntered into the lounge room. There was no escaping the observation point Markham had chosen; and as he walked by us he paused and exchanged greetings. Markham detained him a moment with a few casual questions; and then Cleaver passed on.
“That the man you ticketed, Officer?” asked Markham, turning to Phipps.
Phipps was scowling perplexedly. “It looks something like him, sir; there’s a kind of resemblance. But it ain’t him.” He shook his head. “No, sir; it ain’t him. The fellow I hung a summons on was stouter than this gent and wasn’t as tall.”
“You’re positive?”
“Yes, sir—no mistake. The guy I tagged tried to argue with me and then he tried to slip me a flyer to forget it. I had my headlight on him full.”
Phipps was dismissed with a substantial pourboire.
“Vae misero mihi!” sighed Vance. “My worthless existence is to be prolonged. Sad. But you must try to bear it.… I say, Markham, what does Pop Cleaver’s brother look like?”
“That’s it,” nodded Markham. “I’ve met his brother; he’s shorter and stouter.… This thing is getting beyond me. I think I’ll have it out with Cleaver now.”
He started to rise, but Vance forced him back into his seat.
“Don’t be impetuous. Cultivate patience. Cleaver’s not going to do a bunk; and there are one or two prelimin’ry steps strongly indicated. Mannix and Lindquist still seduce my curiosity.”
Markham clung to his point. “Neither Mannix nor Lindquist is here now, and Cleaver is. And I want to know
