She paused by the telephone, her hand on the receiver, looking at him.
‘But you did take something, didn’t you?’
He seemed to shrivel in his white uniform as he nodded. I’m half way there, she thought and released the telephone receiver.
‘What did you take?’
In a whisper, he said, ‘A red folder from your suitcase, ma’am.’
She returned to the chair and sat down.
‘And what did you do with it?’
‘I... I gave it to a man.’
‘What man?’
He hesitated, then blurted out, ‘Mr. Jackson.’
‘Harry Jackson?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
‘Why did you do that?’
Again he hesitated, then said, ‘I wanted the bike. Mr. Jackson said he would give me the money if I would look around your suite for something important.’
‘How much money was he going to give you?’
‘Four thousand dollars, ma’am.’
‘So you didn’t save very much, did you... less than two hundred dollars.’
‘I... I don’t earn much, ma’am.’
‘Is it a fact, Jones, that Jackson employs you to spy on guests staying here?’
He licked his lips, looked imploringly at her, then said, ‘This is the first time. I swear it’s the first time.’
‘Something important? Did he tell you what to look for?’
‘He said love letters, ma’am or anything important.’ He was now nearly crying. ‘I know I shouldn’t have done it, ma’am, but I did want the bike.’
‘You read the contents of the folder?’
‘I don’t read handwriting so well. I saw it was about a will. It seemed important to me so I took it.’
She remembered Jackson’s words: He won’t part with the letter for less than five hundred thousand. Could anything be more crazy? I tried to talk sense into him, but he won’t listen.
‘Did you take photocopy of the letter?’
He stared at her, his eyes bewildered.
‘No, ma’am. I just gave Mr. Jackson the folder.’
‘And he gave you four thousand dollars in cash?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
‘Didn’t you wonder why Jackson wanted something important from me? Didn’t you wonder why he should give you so much money?’
‘I wanted the bike.’
‘Don’t talk like a goddamn idiot!’ Helga shouted at him. ‘You must have wondered!’
He flinched.
‘I... I thought he wanted to make trouble for you, ma’am. I had never seen you. I was just thinking of the bike.’
‘Do you know what blackmail means?’
He flinched again.
‘Yes, ma’am. It is a bad thing.’
‘Didn’t it occur to you that Jackson was planning to blackmail me?’
‘He wouldn’t do that, ma’am. Mr. Jackson is a nice fellow. He really is. He wouldn’t do a thing like that.’
‘And yet you did think he wanted to make trouble for me. What kind of trouble if it wasn’t blackmail?’
He wrung his hands.
‘I didn’t think, ma’am. I just wanted the bike.’
‘Jackson is now blackmailing me because of the letter you stole. He could go to jail for fourteen years... and so could you.’
Jones stared at her in horror.
‘I just wanted the bike. I swear I didn’t mean...’
‘Oh, stop it! If you want to stay out of jail,’ Helga said, getting to her feet, ‘say nothing about this to anyone... especially Jackson. I will have another talk with you. In the meantime, get on with your work and wait until you hear from me. Do you understand?’
‘Ma’am, I swear.’
‘Do you understand?’
The snap in her voice jolted him.
‘Yes, ma’am.’
She picked up the tape recorder, switched it off and without looking at him, she left the suite.
Chapter four
In the hotel lobby, Helga saw Dr. Bellamy coming from another elevator. The big, coloured doctor gave her an uneasy smile, changed direction and came over to her.
‘I was inquiring for you, Mrs. Rolfe. I was told you were out.’
She looked up at him: here was a massive, well-built man, she thought, but not for her. He had no confidence in himself, and she could imagine he would sweat distressingly when making love.
‘I’ve just returned. How is he, doctor?’
‘His progress is reassuring. I am going to call Dr. Levi.’ Bellamy moved with her away from the crowd to a quiet corner of the lounge. ‘Please sit down, Mrs. Rolfe.’
She sat on a settee and opened her handbag for a cigarette. Dr. Bellamy joined her. He fumbled rather frantically for a match but she had already lighted her cigarette before he found one.
‘I am suggesting to Dr. Levi that your husband could be moved from here to Paradise City hospital tomorrow. He has gained strength and, under sedation, I feel sure the journey wouldn’t distress him. However, there is a slight risk and this I will discuss with Dr. Levi. His heart.’ Bellamy lifted his hands. ‘And he is worrying. Nurse Fairely tells me he is worrying about a letter.’
‘Yes.’ Helga looked down at her hands. ‘He has so many papers. I don’t know which particular letter it is that is worrying him.’
A pause, then Dr. Bellamy said, ‘If Dr. Levi agrees, you may make arrangements to leave sometime tomorrow.’ He got to his feet. ‘I will be in again this afternoon when I can tell you the exact arrangements.’
When he had gone, she walked out into the bright sunshine and wandered in the hotel grounds. Already people were playing tennis and the swimming pool was crowded. She found a secluded seat under the shade of a palm, then making sure no one was near, she took out the tape recorder and played back the tape. The boy’s frightened voice came to her clearly. It was an excellent recording and she nodded her satisfaction.
She thought of the boy. He couldn’t be more than nineteen years of age. She was twenty-four years his senior: old enough to be his mother. The tormenting desires moved through her. None of her lovers had been so young as he and yet, sitting there in the shade, feeling the heat of the sun, she wanted him desperately. She could teach him how to make love, she thought. His confession on tape gave her complete control over him. He was a young animal and young animals could be trained. Tomorrow she would be back in the big villa in Paradise City. Herman would be in hospital. She sat still, thinking, then she finally gave a little nod. She would take the boy back to Paradise City. He was in no position to refuse. Once there... she drew in a quick, sharp breath. And besides, she would get him away from Jackson. That was important. Then she thought of the big, fat woman who must be the boy’s mother. First, she must talk to her before telling the boy. Mothers could be difficult and suspicious. A West Indian! She was confident she could handle her. One thing at a time, she told herself. Offense I better than defense! She must stall Jackson and gain a little time.
Returning to her suite, she sat at the desk and turning on another of the recorders, still lying on the desk, she made a copy of the tape on the other recorder. She played the copy back, then satisfied, she put the original recorder in a stout envelope, sealed it, wrote her name on it, then put the second recorder in her bag. She picked up the telephone book. She found Jackson’s telephone number and asked the operator to connect her.
Jackson’s hearty voice came on the line.
‘Discreet Inquiry Agency. Jackson talking. Good morning.’
‘Good morning, Mr. Jackson, you sound full of life,’ she said, steel in her voice.
‘Who is that?’ His voice sharpened.
‘Don’t you recognize my voice, Mr. Jackson? I thought you were a professional.’
‘Oh... you.’
‘Yes. Our little transaction will be slightly delayed. The bank here needs confirmation from my bank. Absurd, isn’t it? I will call you again,’ and she hung up.