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Miss Riordan shook her head。 〃No； I called him later and he didn't know who owned the necklace until I told him。 He was quite surprised that I had found out。〃
〃He'll get used to you；〃 I said。 〃He'll probably have to。 What then？〃
〃So I said to Mrs。 Grayle： 'You'd still like it back； wouldn't you？' Just like that。 I didn't know any other way to say。 I had to say something that would jar her a bit。 It did。 She gave me another number in a hurry。 And I called that and I said I'd like to see her。 She seemed surprised。 So I had to tell her the story。 She didn't like it。 But she had been wondering why she hadn't heard from Marriott。 I guess she thought he had gone south with the money or something。 So I'm to see her at two o'clock。 Then I'll tell her about you and how nice and discreet you are and how you would be a good man to help her get it back； if there's any chance and so on。 She's already interested。〃
I didn't say anything。 I just stared at her。 She looked hurt。 〃What's the matter？ Did I do right？〃
〃Can't you get it through your head that this is a police case now and that I've been warned to stay off it？〃
〃Mrs。 Grayle has a perfect right to employ you； if she wants to。〃
〃To do what？〃
She snapped and unsnapped her bag impatiently。 〃Oh； my goodness…a woman like that…with her looks…can't you see…〃 She stopped and bit her lip。 〃What kind of man was Marriott？〃
〃I hardly knew him。 I thought he was a bit of a pansy。 I didn't like him very well。〃
〃Was he a man who would be attractive to women？〃
〃Some women。 Others would want to spit。〃
〃Well； it looks as if he might have been attractive to Mrs。 Grayle。 She went out with him。〃
〃She probably goes out with a hundred men。 There's very little chance to get the necklace now。〃
〃Why？〃
I got up and walked to the end of the office and slapped the wall with the flat of my hand； hard。 The clacking typewriter on the other side stopped for a moment； and then went on。 I looked down through the open window into the shaft between my building and the Mansion House Hotel。 The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on。 I went back to my desk； dropped the bottle of whiskey back into the drawer； shut the drawer and sat down again。 I lit my pipe for the eighth or ninth time and looked carefully across the half…dusted glass to Miss Riordan's grave and honest little face。
You could get to like that face a lot。 Glamoured up blondes were a dime a dozen； but that was a face that would wear。 I smiled at it。
〃Listen； Anne。 Killing Marriott was a dumb mistake。 The gang behind this holdup would never pull anything like that。 What must have happened was that some gowed…up run they took along for a gun…holder lost his head。 Marriott made a false move and some punk beat him down and it was done so quickly nothing could be done to prevent it。 Here is an organized mob with inside information on jewels and the movements of the women that wear them。 They ask moderate returns and they would play ball。 But here also is a back alley murder that doesn't fit at all。 My idea is that whoever did it is a dead man hours ago； with weights on his ankles； deep in the Pacific Ocean。 And either the jade went down with him or else they have some idea of its real value and they have cached it away in a place where it will stay for a long time…maybe for years before they dare bring it out again。 Or； if the gang is big enough； it may show up on the other side of the world。 The eight thousand they asked seems pretty low if they really know the value of the jade。 But it would be hard to sell。 I'm sure of one thing。 They never meant to murder anybody。〃
Anne Riordan was listening to me with her lips slightly parted and a rapt expression on her face； as if she was looking at the Dalai Lhama。
She closed her mouth slowly and nodded once。 〃You're wonderful；〃 she said softly。 〃But you're nuts。〃
She stood up and gathered her bag to her。 〃Will you go to see her or won't you？〃
〃Randall can't stop me…if it es from her。〃
〃All right。 I'm going to see another society editor and get some more dope on the Grayles if I can。 About her love life。 She would have one； wouldn't she？〃
The face framed in auburn hair was wistful。
〃Who hasn't？〃 I sneered。
〃I never had。 Not really。〃
I reached up and shut my mouth with my hand。 She gave me a sharp look and moved towards the door。
〃You've forgotten something；〃 I said。
She stopped and turned。 〃What？〃 She looked all over the top of the desk。
〃You know damn well what。〃
She came back to the desk and leaned across it earnestly。 〃Why would they kill the man that killed Marriott； if they don't go in for murder？〃
〃Because he would be the type that would get picked up sometime and would talk…when they took his dope away from him。 I mean they wouldn't kill a customer。〃
〃What makes you so sure the killer took dope？〃
〃I'm not sure。 I just said that。 Most punks do。〃
〃Oh。〃 She straightened up and nodded and smiled。 〃I guess you mean these；〃 she said and reached quickly into her bag and laid a small tissue bag package on the desk。
I reached for it； pulled a rubber band off it carefully and opened up the paper。 On it lay three long thick Russian cigarettes with paper mouthpieces。 I looked at her and didn't say anything。
〃I know I shouldn't have taken them；〃 she said almost breathlessly。 〃But I knew they were jujus。 They usually e in plain papers but lately around Bay City they have been putting them out like this。 I've seen several。 I thought it was kind of mean for the poor man to be found dead with marihuana cigarettes in his pocket。〃
〃You ought to have taken the case too；〃 I said quietly。 〃There was dust in it。 And it being empty was suspicious。〃
〃I couldn't…with you there。 I…I almost went back and did。 But I didn't quite have the courage。 Did it get you in wrong？〃
〃No；〃 I lied。 〃Why should it？〃
〃I'm glad of that；〃 she said wistfully。
〃Why didn't you throw them away？〃
She thought about it； her bag clutched to her side； her wide…brimmed absurd hat tilted so that it hid one eye。
〃I guess it must be because I'm a cop's daughter；〃 she said at last。 〃You just don't throw away evidence。〃 Her smile was frail and guilty and her cheeks were flushed。 I shrugged。
〃Well…〃 the word hung in the air； like smoke in a closed room。 Her lips stayed parted after saying it。 I let it hang。 The flush on her face deepened。
〃I'm horribly sorry。 I shouldn't have done it。〃
I passed that too。
She went very quickly to the door and out。
14
I poked at one of the long Russian cigarettes with a finger； then laid them in a neat row； side by side and squeaked my chair。 You just don't throw away evidence。 So they were evidence。 Evidence of what？ That a man occasionally smoked a stick of tea； a man who looked as if any touch of the exotic would appeal to him。 On the other hand lots of tough guys smoked marihuana； also lots of band musicians and high school kids； and nice girls who had given up trying。 American hasheesh。 A weed that would grow anywhere。 Unlawful to cultivate now。 That meant a lot in a country as big as the U。S。A。
I sat there and puffed my pipe and listened to the clacking typewriter behind the wall of my office and the bong…bong of the traffi