up my sleeve. Not here. I didnât want Riegleman even to wiggle his ears.
âWhat do you want?â I asked, surprised that my voice didnât squeak.
âI want to talk to you. What the hell did you think?â he shouted. âPut out that blasted light!â
The ice melted around my heart, and I did things about lights. I held the gun in my jacket pocket, though, with a sweaty hand.
âPeople donât usually come slipping into dark houses,â I pointed out, âto talk to absent occupants. You knew I was intending to eat dinner.â
âI owe you an apology, of course,â he admitted. âMay I sit down, or does that gun mean that I must elevate my hands?â
I took my hand, empty, out of my pocket. âIâm a little quick,â I said. âDid you kill Severance Flynne?â
He stared at me, as if I were something out of Lewis Carroll. A slithy tove, for example.
âI just wanted to know,â I told him. âYou see, I have contrived a ruse to trap a murderer. You knew about it, for I told you myself. When I saw you come in that door, I felt that you could be after only one thing â proof of guilt. Although,â I added wryly, âI must admit that door has been busy as the entrance to a pub on a hot day. Well, what did you want to talk about?â
Rieglemanâs gloomy eyes were accusing. âI went to see the sheriff. You told me you were on your way there. You didnât go. I want to know why. I ordered you to drop all this nonsense about catching a murderer. Weâre up here to shoot a picture, not to let you lose sleep. Nor to let you be killed. Youâre a valuable property.â
âDo you realize,â I said, âthat a human being has been murdered, and that the value of a human life is far above any shadow play you may produce?â
He stared at me. âNeither of us ever heard of this, uh, Flynne, is it? I, for one, donât know any more about him than I did before he was killed. Oh, Iâm sorry for the poor fellow. But his death means very little more to me than the death of a native in the Australian bush. But, this project means a great deal to me. Seven Dreams is very likely to be my triumph. Yours, too, George, if you pay attention to business.â
âLet me clarify my place in this situation, Riegleman. I am in a position to learn who killed a man. Peculiar circumstances have put me in that position. I must do what I can â for reasons which we wonât go into here.â
âWhy not? Letâs go into them. Iâm interested.â
âNo.â Could I tell him that I had had the murder gun in my possession, that I had lied to the police, that I had withheld evidence, that Lamar James might come looking for me at any moment? I could imagine his screams of rage. Riegleman would fight for his budget like a tiger for her cub.
âVery well,â he said calmly. âYou say that you must persist in this idiotic conduct, I say that you must not. We reach an impasse, then. I should imagine that your contract has a clause covering such a condition. We can invite you to give up your professional career and starve as a private detective.
âGeorge,â he went on in exasperation, âyou wonât make a farthing even if you succeed in this folly. Thatâs what I canât comprehend. Thereâs nothing in it for you.â
There was deep feeling in this. I knew that Rieglemanâs attitude toward money was intense, and of long standing. Which gave me a lever.
âI suppose,â I said, lightly, âthat you could dismiss me if I jeopardized the picture against orders. On the other hand, I feel certain that you wouldnât like to see me go.â
âOf course I wouldnât like it, George, old boy. I think youâre magnificent in the role!â
âThanks. Neither would you like the expensive delay entailed in replacing me. Eh?â
âQuite
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