CHAPTER 9
An hour and a half later, Harmas and Anson drove away from Barlowe’s house and towards Pru Town.
Harmas was silent, for some time during the drive, then as they approached the outskirts of Pru Town, he began to talk.
“Maddox may seem to you to be a deadbeat always looking for trouble,” he said, “but he’s far from that. He’s practically clairvoyant, and I’m not kidding. Here we have a situation: a man working as a small time clerk, insures himself for fifty thousand dollars. Maddox was right to raise his eyebrows. Now I’ve seen this guy’s home, I also ask myself why he should have insured himself for such a sum.”
Anson hunched his shoulders.
“He wanted the policy to raise capital so he could start up on his own as a horticulturist,” he said tonelessly. “I’ve already explained all this to Maddox. I didn’t persuade Barlowe one way or the other if that worries you at all.”
“He must have been planning something big,” Harmas said, noting the irritation in Anson’s voice. “Fifty grand is a hunk of dough for a little man like Barlowe.”
“You’ve seen his garden,” Anson said. “Why shouldn’t he have big ideas? He was able to pay the first premium, so why should I worry?”
“He paid in cash?”
“Yes.”
“From the look of the house, you wouldn’t have thought he had that much money in cash.” Anson shrugged impatiently.
“Okay… go ahead: make a mystery of it. He had the money: he gave it to me: do I have to get worried about a man giving me cash?”
Harmas glanced thoughtfully at the small, blond man at his side and then looked away.
“You’re right,” he said soothingly. “Tell me about Mrs. Barlowe. What kind of woman is she?”
“I don’t know,” Anson said curtly. “I only saw her once… she’s good looking, youngish. I didn’t pay her much attention.”
“Did they get along together?”
“Yes, they did,” Anson said. “They got along very well together.”
“Is that a fact? What makes you say that?”
Anson suddenly stiffened. Careful, he told himself, this guy isn’t flapping with his mouth for the sake of making noises.
He is the top investigator and Maddox’s stooge.
“I don’t know… an impression I got. The way Barlowe spoke about her.”
“He must have been smart to fool you,” Harmas said, putting a cigarette between his lips. “You been upstairs and looked the set-up over?”
Anson’s hands tightened on the steering-wheel.
“Fool me? What do you mean?”
“They didn’t sleep together. You should have seen his room. The sheets hadn’t been changed in months.” Harmas grimaced. “Our little pal was a pervert. I found some books in his room that would make your hair stand on end. There were other things too. Those two didn’t live as husband and wife. I’m ready to bet a hundred bucks.”
“Well, that’s as it may be,” Anson said tonelessly. “I had the impression that they were happy together.”
“She kept the house like a pig sty. If a woman really loves her husband, she makes an effort to keep his home decent.”
“That your idea?” Anson said indifferently. “It doesn’t mean that to me. It just means she doesn’t know how to run a house… some women just can’t.”
“Well, we’ll see. I just can’t wait to read her dossier,” Harmas said, lighting his cigarette.
“Just what is this dossier?” Anson asked, his voice sharpening.
“I haven’t seen it yet, but Maddox is worked up about it.”
“I’d like to see it,” Anson said.
“You don’t have to worry your head about all this. It’s your job to sell insurance and you do it damn well. It’s my job to make sure the policy is okay.”
Some five minutes later, Anson pulled up outside the Marlborough hotel.
“I’ll leave you here,” he said. “I have still a lot of work to do.”
“Fine,” Harmas said, getting out of the car. “I have to see Jenson at six. We’re calling on Mrs. Barlowe. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Yes,” Anson said, and waving his hand, he drove away.
Fay Lawley watched Harmas get out of Anson’s car and walk over to the Marlborough hotel. She watched Anson drive away. She waited a moment, then crossing the street, she entered the hotel in time to see Harmas pick up his key from the desk and cross the lobby to the elevator.
She walked over to the desk where Tom Nodley, the clerk in charge, was busy sorting mail.
“Hi, Tom,” she said and gave him her wide professional smile.
“Hello, baby,” Nodley said, letting his eyes run over her lush body. “What do you want?”
“Who is the handsome Romeo who just picked up his key?” she asked, taking a dollar bill from her bag.
Nodley eyed the bill and grinned.
“He’s no good to you baby,” he said and accepted the bill. “He’s Steve Harmas: chief investigator National Fidelity Insurance.”
Fay lifted her plucked eyebrows.
“Chief Investigator? Does that mean he is a cop?”
“Along those lines. He’s checking on the Barlowe murder.”
“But he is a cop?”
“You could call him that.”
Fay smiled.
“Thanks… be seeing you.”
Nodley watched her duck-tail walk to the exit with an appreciative stare.
Dr. Henry, the house surgeon of the Pru Town hospital received Lieutenant Jenson and Harmas in his office. He waved them to chairs.
“This is Mr. Harmas of the National Fidelity Insurance Corporation,” Jenson explained. “Barlowe was insured by his company. He…”
“Just a moment,” Harmas broke in. He didn’t want the doctor to get a wrong impression. “I’m an investigator and I’m working with the Lieutenant. My job is to check all claims made on our company. So far no claim has been made regarding Barlowe. There hasn’t been time, but we want to be prepared when it is made. Barlowe was covered for fifty thousand dollars. He took out the policy about ten days ago. The circumstances are exceptional, but naturally, with such a sum involved, we don’t want to pay it out if there is any doubt about the genuineness of the claim.”
Dr. Henry, a tall, balding man, lifted pale eyebrows.
“What exactly do you mean by that and what has it to do with me?”
“We will need to be convinced that Mrs. Barlowe was really attacked and raped,” Harmas said. “We will need a certificate and details from you.”
“I’ll be happy to give you a certificate,” Henry said. “The woman was most certainly attacked… her jaw was dislocated, and there is no doubt she was brutally raped. I can give you details that must satisfy your people that she has been through a horrible and harrowing experience.”
Harmas and Jenson exchanged glances. Harmas shrugged.
“Thanks, doctor, that’s all we’ll need. Can we talk to her now?”
“Yes. I’ll take you to her.” Henry looked at Jenson. “Make it as short as you can. She really is in a bad way, and she is still suffering from severe shock.”
“Sure.” Jenson got to his feet. “All I want at this stage is a description of the attacker. The rest of it can come later.”
The two men followed the doctor up to the first floor. They entered a room in which was a bed and the usual hospital equipment. In the bed was a woman with auburn hair.
Motioning them to stay where they were, Henry went over to the woman.
“Mrs. Barlowe, Lieutenant Jenson would like to talk to you. I’ve asked him not to bother you too much. Do you feel you can talk to him?”
While he was speaking, both Harmas and Jenson were looking curiously at the woman. Harmas was shocked to see that the left side of her face was heavily bruised and her left eye was half closed and swelling. There was split skin near her mouth. It was obvious she had taken a violent blow on the side of her face… there was no fake about that… In spite of this disfigurement, Harmas saw that this woman was sensationally handsome… beautiful he decided wasn’t the right word.