rc.theladyinthelake-第12章
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r。 Mar。 lowe here didn't tell me anything at all； Bill； except how the body e up out of the water and who it was。 And that Muriel went away； as you thought； and left a note you showed him。 I don't guess there's anything wrong in that； is there？〃 There was another silence and Bifi Chess stared down at the blanket…covered corpse a few feet away from him He clenched his hands and a thick tear ran down his cheek。
〃Mrs。 Kingsley was here；〃 he said。 〃She went down the hill that same day。 Nobody was in the other cabins。 Per rys and Farquars ain't been up at all this year。〃 Patton nodded and was silent。 A kind of charged emptiness hung in the air； as if something that had not been said was plain to all of them and didn't need saying。
Then Bill Chess said wildly： 〃Take me in； you sons of bitches！ Sure I did it！ I drowned her。 She was my girl and I loved her。 I'm a heel； always was a heel； always will be a heel； but just the same I loved her。 Maybe you guys wouldn't understand that。 Just don't bother to try。 Take me in； damn you！〃 Nobody said anything at all。
Bill Chess looked down at his hard brown fist。 He swung it up viciously and hit himself in the face with all his strength。
〃You rotten son of a bitch；〃 he breathed in a harsh whisper。
His nose began to bleed slowly。 He stood and the blood ran down his lip； down the side of his mouth； to the point of his chin。 A drop fell sluggishly to his shirt。
Patton said quietly： 〃Got to take you down the hill for questioning； Bill。 You know that。 We ain't accusing you of anything； but the folks down there have got to talk to you。〃 Bill Chess said heavily： 〃Can I change my clothes？〃
〃Sure。 You go with him； Andy。 And see what you can find to kind of wrap up what we got here。〃 They went off along the path at the edge of the lake。 The doctor cleared his throat and looked out over the water and sighed。
〃You'll want to send the corpse down in my ambulance； Jim； won't you？〃 Patton shook his head。 〃Nope。 This is a poor county； Doe。 I figure the lady can ride cheaper than what you get for that ambulance。〃 The doctor walked away from him angrily； saying over his shoulder： 〃Let me know if you want me to pay for the funeral。〃
〃That ain't no way to talk；〃 Patton sighed。
9
The Indian Head Hotel was a brown building on a corner across from the new dance hall。 I parked in front of it and used its rest room to wash my face and hands and b the pine needles out of my hair； before I went into the dining…drinking parlor that adjoined the lobby。 The whole place was full to overflowing with males in leisure jackets and liquor breaths and females in highpitched laughs； oxblood fingernails and dirty knuckles。 The manager of the joint； a low budget tough guy in shirt sleeves and a mangled cigar； was prowling the room with watchful eyes。 At the cash desk a pale…haired man was fighting to get the war news on a small radio that was as full of static as the mashed potatoes were full of water。 In the deep back corner of the room； a hillbilly orchestra of five pieces； dressed in ifi…fitting white jackets and purple shirts； was trying to make itself heard above the brawl at the bar and smiling glassily into the fog of cigarette smoke and the blur of alcoholic voices。 At Puma Point summer； that lovely season； was in full swing。
I gobbled what they called the regular dinner； drank a brandy to sit on its chest and hold it down； and went out on to the main street。 It was still broad daylight but some of the neon signs had been turned on； and the evening reeled with the cheerful din of auto horns； children screaming； bowls rattling； skeeballs clunking； 。22's snapping merrily in shooting galleries； juke boxes playing like crazy； and behind all this out on the lake the hard barking roar of the speedboats going nowhere at all and acting as though they were racing with death。
In my Chrysler a thin； serious…looking； brown…haired girl in dark slacks was sitting smoking a cigarette and talking to a dude ranch cowboy who sat on my running board。 I walked around the car and got into it。 The cowboy strolled away hitching his jeans up。 The girl didn't move。
〃I'm Birdie Keppel；〃 she said cheerfully； 〃I'm the beautician here daytimes and evenings I work on the Puma Point Banner。 Excuse me sitting in your car。〃
〃That's all right；〃 I said。 〃You want to just sit or you want me to drive you somewhere？〃
〃You can drive down the road a piece where it's quieter； Mr。 Marlowe。 If you're obliging enough to talk to me。〃
〃Pretty good grapevine you've got up here；〃 I said and started the car。
I drove down past the post office to a corner where a blue and white arrow marked _Telephone_ pointed down a narrow road towards the lake。 I turned down that； drove past the telephone office； which was a log cabin with a tiny railed lawn in front of it； passed another small cabin and pulled up in front of a huge oak tree that flung its branches all the way across the road and a good fifty feet beyond it。
〃This do； Miss Keppel？〃
〃Mrs。 But just call me Birdie。 Everybody does。 This is fine。 Pleased to meet you； Mr。 Marlowe。 I see you e from Hollywood； that sinful city。〃 She put a firm brown hand out and I shook it。 Clamping bobbie pins into fat blondes had given her a grip like a pair of iceman's tongs。
〃I was talking to Doe Hollis；〃 she said； 〃about poor Muriel Chess。 I thought you could give me some details。 I understand you found the body。〃
〃Bill Chess found it really。 I was just with him。 You talk to Jim Patton？〃
〃Not yet。 He went down the hifi。 Anyway I don't think Jim would tell me much。〃
〃He's up for re…election；〃 I said。 〃And you're a newspaper woman。〃
〃Jim's no politician； Mr。 Marlowe； and I could hardly call myself a newspaper woman。 This little paper we get out up here is 'a pretty amateurish proposition。〃
〃Well； what do you want to know？〃 I offered her a cigarette and lit it for her。
〃You might just tell me the story。〃
〃I came up here with a letter from Derace Kingsley to look at his property。 Bill Chess showed me around； got talking to me； told me his wife had moved out on him and showed me the note she left。 I had a bottle along and he punished it。 He was feeling pretty blue。 The liquor loosened him up； but he was lonely and aching to talk anyway。 That's how it happened。 I didn't know him。 ing back around the end of the lake we went out or the； pier and Bill spotted an arm waving out from under the planking down in the water。 It turned out tc belong to what was left of Muriel Chess。 I guess that's all。〃
〃I understand from Doe Hollis she had been in the water a long time。 Pretty badly deposed and all that。' 〃Yes。 Probably the whole month he thought she had been gone。 There's no reason to think otherwise。 The note's a suicide note。〃
〃Any doubt about that； Mr。 Marlowe？〃 I looked at her sideways。 Thoughtful dark eyes looked out at me under fluffed out brown hair。 The dusk had begun to fall now； very slowly。 It was no more than a slight change in the quality of the light。
〃I guess the police always have doubts in these cases；〃 I said。
〃How about you？〃
〃My opinion doesn't go for anything。〃
〃But for what it's worth？〃
〃I only met Bill Chess this afternoon；〃 I said。 〃He struck me as a quick…tempered lad and from his own account he's no saint。 But he seems to have been in love with his wife。 And I can't see hanging around here for a month knowing she was rotting down in the water under that pier。 ing out of his cabin in the sunlight and looking along that soft blue water and seeing in his mind what was under it and what was happening to it。 And knowing he put it there。〃
〃No more can I；〃 Birdie Keppel said softly。 〃No more could anybody。 And yet we know in our minds that such things have happened and will happen again。 Are you in the real estate business； Mr。 Marlowe？〃
〃No。〃
〃What line of business are you in； if I may ask？〃
〃I'd rather not say。〃
〃That's almost as good as saying；〃 she said。 〃Besides Doe Hollis heard you tell Jim Patton your full name。 And we have an L。A。 city directory in our office。 I haven't mentioned it to anyone。〃
〃That's nice of you；〃 I s
