captain? So everybody changes his name. Or her name.â
âSuppose,â Bill said, and his tone was mild, but it was a policemanâs tone. âSuppose we shorten this, shall we? Miss Shaw tells me this theory about a man named Latham. Tells it, and at the same time throws it down. You listen. Sit on the top step?â
âThereabouts,â Carr said.
âUntil I indicate Iâm not buying the story,â Bill said. âThen you come down.â
âAnd,â Carr said, âyou start to reach for your gun.â
âRight,â Bill said. âItâs just as well you didnât. Have you got a gun, by the way?â
âMe?â Carr said. âYouâre as bad as the lady, captain. Same things, probably. She acts melodrama. You probably run into it. Why the hell should I tote a gun?â
âI donât,â Naomi said. âIâm a comedienne. Even in Timbuktu you ought to have heard that.â
âPakistan,â Carr said. âYou know, in Pakistan you miss some of the most important news, honey. About girls from Kansas City getting to be stars on Broadway. Backward place, Pakistan.â
âIâm sure,â Naomi said. âYouâll fix that. Fill it all full of dams.â
âYou played a gangsterâs moll in Second Precinct ,â Carr said. âGot shot for a second-act curtain. Before that you were a maid in This Mortal Coil . You screamed in that one. Didnât get shot. All very comic.â
âOh, God,â Naomi Shaw said. âAlways. Always! â
âI said, suppose we cut this,â Bill reminded them. âMiss Shaw gets me here to listen to thisâthis afterglow of a dream. You, Carr, listen to see how it goes over. When it doesnât go over, you come down and start thisâwhatever it is. Nowâyou let me in on it. Right? Andâ now â
âIââ Naomi said.
âYou,â Bill said, and pointed at Carr. âYou rest that pretty voice, Miss Shaw.â
âWhyââ she said, and Bill looked at her. âOh,â Naomi Shaw said.
âO.K.,â Carr said. âShe got it into her head I killed Fitch. Then she got it out of her headâor I got it out. But sheâd already telephoned you, so she could turn me in. Thenââ
âThat isnât it at all,â Naomi said. âI wasnâtââ
âMiss Shaw,â Bill said, âwill you try to keep quiet? For five minutes?â
âWonât do you any good,â Carr told him. âUsed to say that myself andââ
âAnd,â Bill said, âwill you skip all that, Carr? She thought youâd killed Fitch?â
âSaid she did. Thought I got jealous, after all these years. If I couldnât have her, nobody could have her. Gets things like that out of these plays she acts in.â
Bill looked at Naomi Shaw, and just in time. She closed her lovely lips with exaggerated care.
âWell,â Bill said, âwere you jealous?â
And then Carr hesitated. He looked at Naomi Shaw, and she looked at him, through wide dark eyes.
âAll right,â Carr said. âShe gets under your skin. Also, she didnât love that polo player. Just kidded herself. Wouldnât haveââ
âI suppose,â Naomi Shaw said, âI really love you?â
And Carr looked at her for some seconds and then, quite slowly, in a tone almost matter of fact, said, âYes. You canât get away from it.â Naomi said, âOh, God,â in a voice dripping with hopelessness. Carr turned back at once to Bill Weigand.
âShe got this idea,â he said. âShe called me up at my hotel, just as I was turning in. She wasâwell, pretty upset. She told you she hadnât been able to cry, but she was crying then, all right. Kept saying Iâd killed him and that theyâd find outâtheyâd be sure to find out. Meant you
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