The Mugger by Ed McBain Page A

straight. When was Jeannie Paige down here last?”
    Tommy hesitated for a long time. “Nobody here had anything to do with killing her,” he said at last.
    “Then she did come down?”
    “Yes.”
    “How often?”
    “Every now and then.”
    “How often?”
    “Whenever there was socials. Sometimes during the week, too. We let her in ‘cause one of the girls…” Tommy stopped.
    “Go ahead, finish it.”
    “One of the girls knows her. Otherwise we wouldn’t’ve let her in except on social nights. That’s all I was gonna say.”
    “Yeah,” Hud said, placing the broken record pieces on the player cabinet. “I think this girl was gonna put her up for membership.”
    “Was she here last Thursday night?” Kling asked.
    “No,” Tommy answered quickly.
    “Try it again.”
    “No, she wasn’t here. Thursday night is Work Night. Six kids from the club get the duty each week—different kids, you understand. Three guys and three girls. The guys do the heavy work,and the girls do the curtains, the glasses, things like that. No outsiders are allowed on Work Night. In fact, no members except the kids who are working are allowed. That’s how I know Jeannie Paige wasn’t here.”
    “Were you here?”
    “Yeah,” Tommy said.
    “Who else was here?”
    “What difference does it make? Jeannie wasn’t here.”
    “What about her girlfriend? The one she knows?”
    “Yeah, she was here.”
    “What’s her name?”
    Tommy paused. When he answered, it had nothing whatsoever to do with Kling’s question. “This Jeannie kid, like you got to understand her. She never even danced with nobody down here. A real zombie. Pretty as sin, but an iceberg. Ten below, I’m not kidding.”
    “Why’d she come down then?”
    “Ask me an easy one. Listen, even when she did come down, she never stayed long. She’d just sit on the sidelines and watch. There wasn’t a guy in this club wouldn’ta liked to dump her in the hay, but what a terrifying creep she was.” Tommy paused. “Ain’t that right, Hud?”
    Hud nodded. “That’s right. Dead and all, I got to say it. She was a regular icicle. A real spook. After a while, none of the guys even bothered askin’ her to dance. We just let her sit.”
    “She was in another world,” Tommy said. “I thought for a while she was a dope addict or something. I mean it. You know, you read about them in the papers all the time.” He shrugged. “But it wasn’t that. She was just a Martian, that’s all.” He shook his head disconsolately. “Such a piece, too.”
    “A terrifying creep,” Hud said, shaking his head.
    “What’s her girlfriend’s name?” Kling asked again.
    A glance of muted understanding passed between Tommy and Hud. Kling didn’t miss it, but he bided his time.
    “You get a pretty girl like Jeannie was,” Tommy said, “and you figure. Here’s something. Pal, did you ever see her? I mean, they don’t make them like that any—”
    “What’s her girlfriend’s name?” Kling repeated, a little louder this time.
    “She’s an older girl,” Tommy said, his voice very low.
    “How old?”
    “Twenty,” Tommy said.
    “That almost makes her middle-aged like me,” Kling said.
    “Yeah,” Hud agreed seriously.
    “What’s her age got to do with it?”
    “Well…” Tommy hesitated.
    “For Christ’s sake, what is it?” Kling exploded.
    “She’s been around,” Tommy said.
    “So?”
    “So…so we don’t want any trouble down here. This is a clean club. No, really, I’m not snowing you. So…so if once in a while we fool around with Claire—”
    “Claire what?” Kling snapped.
    “Claire…” Tommy stopped.
    “Look,” Kling said tightly, “let’s just cut this short, okay? A seventeen-year-old kid had her head smashed in, and I don’t feel like playing around! Now, what the hell is this girl’s name? And say it damn fast!”
    “Claire Townsend.” Tommy wet his lips. “Look, if our mothers found out we were…well, you know…fooling