rc.theladyinthelake-第29章
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r nasty' people； too much loving； too much drinking； too much proximity ending in a savage hatred and a murderous impulse and death。
I thought this was all a little too simple。
I reached for the envelope and tore it open。 It had no stamp。 It read： 〃Mr。 Marlowe： Florence Almore's parents are a Mr。 and Mrs。 Eustace Grayson； presently residing at the Rossmore Arms； 640 South Oxford Avenue。 I checked this by calling the listed phone number。 Yrs。 Adrienne Fromsett。〃 An elegant handwriting； like the elegant hand that wrote it。 I pushed it to one side and had another drink。 I began to feel a little less savage。 I pushed things around on the desk。 My hands felt thick and hot and awkward。 I ran a finger across the corner of the desk and looked at the streak made by the wiping off of the dust。 I look at the dust on my finger and wiped that off。 I looked at my watch。 I looked at the wall。 I looked at nothing。
I put the liquor bottle away and went over to the washbowl to rinse the glass out。 When I had done that I washed my hands and bathed my face in cold water and looked at it。 The flush was gone from the left cheek； but it looked a little swollen。 Not very much； but enough to make me tighten up again。 I brushed my hair and looked at the gray in it。 There was getting to be plenty of gray in it。 The face under the hair had a sick look。 I didn't like the face at alL I went back to the desk and read Miss Fromsett's note again。 I smoothed it out on the glass and sniffed it and smoothed it out some more and folded it and put it in my coat pocket。
I sat very still and listened to the evening grow quiet outside the open windows。 And very slowly I grew quiet with it。
23
The Rossmore Arms was a gloomy pile of dark red brick built around a huge forecourt。 It had a plushlined lobby containing silence； tubbed plants； a bored canary in a cage as big as a dog…house； a smell of old carpet dust and the cloying fragranct of gardenias long ago。
The Graysons were on the fifth floor in front； in the north wing。 They were sitting together in a room which seemed to be deliberately twenty years out of date。 It had fat over…stuffed furniture and brass doorknobs； shaped like eggs； a huge wall mirror in a gilt frame； a marble…topped table in the window and dark red plush side drapes by the windows。 It smelled of tobacco smoke and behind that the air was telling me they had had lamb chops and broccoli for dinner。
Grayson's wife was a plump woman who might once have had big baby…blue eyes。 They were faded out now and dimmed by glasses and slightly protuberant。 She had kinky white hair。 She sat darning socks with her thick ankles crossed； her feet just reaching the floor； and a big wicker sewing basket in her lap。
Grayson was a long stooped yellow…faced man with high shoulders； bristly eyebrows and almost no chin。 The upper part of his face meant business。 The lower part was just saying goodby。 He wore bifocals and he had been gnawing fretfully at the evening paper。 I had looked him up in the city directory。 He was a C。P。A。 and looked it very inch。 He even had ink on his fingers and there were four pencils in the pocket of his open vest。
He read my card carefully for the seventh time and looked me up and down and said slowly： 〃What is it yOu want to see us about； Mr。 Marlowe？〃
〃I'm interested in a man named Lavery。 He lives across the street from Dr。 Almore。 Your daughter was the wife of Dr。 Almore。 Lavery is the man who found your daughter the night she…died。〃 They both pointed like bird dogs when I deliberately hesitated on ；the last word。 Grayson looked at his wife and she shook her head。
〃We don't care to talk about that；〃 Grayson said promptly。 〃It is much too painful to us。〃 I waited a moment and looked gloomy with them。 Then I said： 〃I don't blame you。 I don't want to make you。 I'd like to get in touch with the man you hired to look into it； though。〃 They looked at each other again。 Mrs。 Grayson didn't shake her head this time。
Grayson asked： 〃Why？〃
〃I'd better tell you a little of my story。〃 I told them what I had been hired to do； not mentioning Kingsley by name。 I told them the incident with Degarmo outside Almore's house the day before。 They pointed again on that。
Grayson said sharply： 〃Am I to understand that you were unknown to Dr。 Almore； had not approached him in any way； and that he nevertheless called a police officer because you were outside his house？' I said： 〃That's right。 Had been outside for at least an hour though。 That is； my car had。〃
〃That's very queer；〃 Grayson said。
〃I'd say that was one very nervous man；〃 I said。 〃And Degarmo asked me if her folks…meaning your daughter's folks…had hired me。 Looks as if he didn't feel safe yet； wouldn't you say？〃
〃Safe about what？〃 He didn't look at me saying this。 He re…lit his pipe； slowly； then tamped the tobacco down with the end of a big metal pencil and lit it again。
I shrugged and didn't； answer。 He looked at me quickly and looked away。 Mrs。 Grayson didn't look at me； but her nostrils quivered。
〃How did he know who you were？〃 Grayson asked suddenly。
〃Made a note of the car license； called the Auto Club； looked up the name in the directory。 At least that's what I'd have done and I saw him through his window making some of the motions。〃
〃So he has the police working for him；〃 Grayson said。
〃Not necessarily。 If they made a mistake that time； they wouldn't want it found out now。〃
〃Mistake！〃 He laughed almost shrilly。
〃Okay；〃 I said。 〃The subject is painful but a little fresh air won't hurt it。 You've always thought he murdered her； haven't you？ That's why you hired this dick…detective。〃 Mrs。 Grayson looked up with quick eyes and ducked her head down and rolled up another pair of mended socks。
Grayson said nothing。
I said： 〃Was there any evidence； or was it just that you didn't like him？〃
〃There was evidence；〃 Grayson said bitterly； and with a sudden clearness of voice； as if he had decided to talk about it after all。 〃There must have been。 We were told there was。 But we never got it。 The police took care of that。〃
〃I heard they had this fellow arrested and sent up for drunk driving。〃
〃You heard right。〃
〃But he never told you what he had to go on。〃
〃No。〃
〃I don't like that；〃 I said。 〃That sounds a little as if this fellow hadn't made up his mind whether to use his information for your benefit or keep it and put a squeeze on the doctor。〃 Grayson looked at his wife again。 She said quietly： 〃Mr。 Talley didn't impress me that way。 He was a quiet unassuming little man。 But you can't always judge； I know。〃 I said： 〃So Talley was his name。 That was one of the things I hoped you would tell me。〃
〃And what were the others？〃 Grayson asked。
〃How can I find Talley…and what it was that laid the groundwork of suspicion in your minds。 It must have been there； or you wouldn't have hired Talley without a better showing from him that he had grounds。〃 Grayson smiled very thinly and primly。 He reached for his little chin and rubbed it with one long yellow finger。
Mrs。 Grayson said： 〃Dope。〃
〃She means that literally；〃 Grayson said at once； as if the single word had been a green light。 〃Almore was； and no doubt is； a dope doctOr。 Our daughter made that clear to us。 In his hearing too。 He didn't like it。〃
〃Just what do you mean by a dope doctor； Mr。 Grayson？〃
〃I mean a doctor whose practice is largely with people who are living on the raw edge of nervous collapse； from drink and dissipation。 People who have to be given sedatives and narcotics all the time。 The stage es when an ethical physician refuses to treat them any more； outside a sanatorium。 But not the Dr。 Almores。 They will keep on as long as the money es in； as long as the patient remains alive and reasonably sane； even if he or she bees a hopeless addict in the process。 A lucrative practice；〃 he said primly； 〃and I imagine a dangerous one to the doctor。〃
〃No doubt of that；〃 I said。 〃But there's a lot of money in it。 Did you know a man named Condy？〃
〃No。 We know who he was。 Florence suspected he was a source of Almore's narcotic supply。〃 I said： 〃Could be
