Death of a Doxy (Crime Line)

"Then that is no longer of concern. Supposing that we could proceed to get proof, conclusive evidence, that Fleming killed Isabel Kerr, do we want to? If we get it, and give it to Mr. Cramer, what will happen?"

"Three things. One, they'll drop Orrie fast. Two, Fleming will be arrested, tried, and probably convicted. Three, they'll try to keep Ballou's name out of it but can't. Make it four. Four, you won't get another look at that package."

He nodded. "What did I tell him?"

"If you can serve his purpose without damage to yours, you will."

"Well?"

"Well, you can try. It's February sixth, with nothing coming in yet this year, and nothing in sight, and I know how much goes out, since I draw the checks. Do you want my opinion?"

"Yes."

"I don't see how we can possibly pull it. If we're going to spring Orrie, and we are, we're going to have to give them Fleming, with or without evidence, and he'll give them Ballou, and they'll have to see him. That's the trouble. Even if they play it tight and his name is kept out of the papers during the buildup, it's bound to get spilled in the courtroom, and he won't think he owes you anything. Neither will you. As you know, I am strongly in favor of income. I would hate to have my paycheck bounce. But you wanted my opinion."

"You misunderstood. I want your opinion on the risk, not on the feasibility. Could we conceivably jeopardize our purpose?"

"No. Orrie's as good as out now."

"Then there's no risk at all. The problem is to expose the murderer without -"

The doorbell rang, and I went to the hall, took a look, and stepped back in. "Cramer. Get Fritz. I'll go up and tell her not to sing 'Big Man Go-go' with the door open." I headed for the stairs.

By go-go, the door was open, though it had been shut when I passed by at nine o'clock. I lifted a hand to tap, but it wasn't necessary. She said, "My God, you're up and dressed." She was in a chair by a window. Her pajamas were light green with dark green stripes, and her feet were bare. Her hair was in all directions. I closed the door.

"I opened it," she said, "just to enjoy it. It's been years since I had a bedroom where I could leave the door open. I'm up because I woke up. I never stay in bed awake unless I'm reading or eating."