A present from the Bay City police department。 It's a regular service they give down there。 As to where I've been…in jail for drunk driving。 And from the expression on your face； I think I may be right back there soon。〃
〃I don't know what you're talking about；〃 he said shortly。 〃I haven't the foggiest idea。 This is no time to kid around。〃
〃All right； don't；〃 I said。 〃What did you hear and where is she？〃 He sat down with his drink and flexed the fingers of his right hand； and put it inside his coat。 It came out with an envelope； a long one。
〃You have to take this to her；〃 he said。 〃Five hundred dollars。 She wanted more； but this is all I could raise。 I cashed a check at a night club。 It wasn't easy。 She has to get out of town。〃 I said： 〃Out of what town？〃
〃Bay City somewhere。 I don't know where。 She'll meet you at a place called the Peacock Lounge； on Arguello Boulevard； at Eighth Street； or near it。〃 I looked at Miss Fromsett。 She was still looking at the corner of the ceiling as if she had just e along for the ride。
Kingsley tossed the envelope across and it fell on the chess table。 I looked inside。 It was money all right。 That much of his story made sense。 I let it lie on the small polished table with its inlaid squares of brown and pale gold。
I said： 〃What's the matter with her drawing her own money？ Any hotel would clear a check for her。 Most of them would cash one。 Has her bank account got lockjaw or something？〃
〃That's no way to talk；〃 Kingsley said heavily。 〃She's in trouble。 I don't know how she knows she's in trouble。 Unless a pickup order has been broadcast。 Has it？〃 I said I didn't know。 I hadn't had much time to listen to police calls。 I had been too busy listening to live policemen。
Kingsley said： 〃Well； she won't risk cashing a check now。 It was all right before。 But not now。〃 He lifted his eyes slowly and gave me one of the emptiest stares I had ever seen。
〃All right； we can't make sense where there isn't any；〃 I said。 〃So she's in Bay City。 Did you talk to her？〃
〃No。 Miss Fromsett talked to her。 She called the office。 It was just after hours but that cop from the beach； Captain Webber； was with me。 Miss Fromsett naturally didn't want her to talk at all then。 She told her to call back。 She wouldn't give any number we could call。〃 I looked at Miss Fromsett。 She brought her glance down from the ceiling and pointed it at the top of my head。 There was nothing in her eyes at all。 They were like drawn curtains。
Kingsley went on： 〃I didn't want to talk to her。 She didn't want to talk to me。 I don't want to see her。 I guess there's no doubt she shot Lavery。 Webber seemed quite sure of it。〃
〃That doesn't mean anything；〃 I said。 〃What he says and what he thinks don't even have to be on the same map。 I don't like her knowing the cops were after her。 It's a long time since anybody listened to the police short wave for amusement。 So she called back later。 And then？〃
〃It was almost half…past six；〃 Kingsley said。 〃We had to sit there in the office and wait for her to call。 You tell him。〃 He turned his head to the girl。
Miss Fromsett said： 〃I took the call in Mr。 Kingsley's office。 He was sitting right beside me； but he didn't speak。 She said to send the money down to the Peacock place and asked who would bring it。〃
〃Did she sound scared？〃
〃Not in the least。 pletely calm。 I might say； icily cairn。 She had it all worked out。 She realized somebody would have to bring the money she might not know。 She seemed to know Derry…Mr。 Kingsley wouldn't bring it。〃
〃Call him Derry；〃 I said。 〃I'll be able to guess who you mean。〃 She smiled faintly。 〃She will go into this Peacock Lounge every hour about fifteen minutes past the hour。 I…I guess I assumed you would ； be the one to go。 I described you to her。 And you're to wear Derry's scarf。 I described that。 He keeps some clothes at the office and this was among them。 It's distinctive enough。〃 It was all of that。 It was an affair of fat green kidneys laid down on an egg yolk background。 It would be almost as distinctive as if I went in there wheeling a red； white and blue wheelbarrow。
〃For a blimp brain she's doing all right；〃 I said。
〃This is no time to fool around；〃 Kingsley put in sharply。
〃You said that before；〃 I told him。 〃You've got a hell of a crust assuming I'll go down there and take a getaway stake to somebody I know the police are looking for。〃 He twisted a hand on his knee and his face twisted into a crooked grin。
〃I admit it's a bit thick；〃 he said。 〃Well； how about it？〃
〃It makes accessories after the fact out of all three of us。 That might not be too tough for her husband and his confidential secretary to talk out of； but what they would do to me would be nobody's dream of a vacation。〃
〃I'm going to make it worth your while；〃 he said。 〃And we wouldn't be accessories； if she hasn't done anything。〃
〃I'm willing to suppose it；〃 I said。 〃Otherwise I wouldn't be talking to you。 And in addition to that； if I decide she did do any murder； I'm going to turn her over to the police。〃
〃She won't talk to you；〃 he said。
I reached for the envelope and put it in my pocket。 〃She will； if she wants this。〃 I looked at my strap watch。 〃If I start right away； I might make the one…fifteen deadline。 They must know her by heart in that bar after all these hours。 That makes it nice too。〃
〃She's dyed her hair dark brown；〃 Miss Fromsett said。 〃That ought to help a little。〃 I said： 〃It doesn't help me to think she is just an innocent wayfarer。〃 I finished my drink and stood up。 Kingsley swallowed his at a gulp and stood up and got the scarf off his neck and handed it to me。
〃What did you do to get the police on your neck down there？〃 he asked。
〃I was using some information Miss Fromsett very kindly got for me。 And that led to my looking for a man named Talley who worked on the Almore case。 And that led to the clink。 They had the house staked。 Talley was a dick the Graysons hired；〃 I added； looking at the tall dark girl。 〃You'll probably be able to explain to him what it's all about。 It doesn't matter anyway。 I haven't time to go into it now。 You two want to wait here？〃 Kingsley shook his head。 〃We'll go to my place and wait for a call from you。〃 Miss Fromsett stood up and yawned。 〃No。 I'm tired； Derry。 I'm going home and going to bed。〃
〃You'll e with me；〃 he said sharply。 〃You've got to keep me from going nuts。〃
〃Where do you live； Miss Fromsett？〃 I asked。
〃Bryson Tower on Sunset Place。 Apartment 716。 Why？〃 She gave me a speculative look。
〃I might want to reach you some time。〃 Kingsley's face looked bleakly irritated； but his eyes still were the eyes of a sick animal。 I wound his scarf around my neck and went out to the dinette to switch off the light。 When I came back they were both standing by the door。 Kingsley had his arm around her shoulders。 She looked very tired and rather bored。
〃Well； I certainly hope〃 he started to say； then took a quick step and put his hand out。 〃You're a pretty level guy； Marlowe。〃
〃Go on； beat it；〃 I said。 〃Go away。 Go far away。〃 He gave a queer look and they went out。
I waited until I heard the elevator e up and stop； and the doors open and close again； and the elevator start down。 Then I went out myself and took the stairs down to the basement garage and got the Chrysler awake again。
30
The Peacock Lounge was a narrow front next to a gift shop in whose window a tray of small crystal animals shimmered in the street light。 The Peacock had a glass brick front and soft light glowed out around the stainedglass peacock that was set into the brick。 I went in around a Chinese screen and looked along the bar and then sat at the outer edge of a small booth。 The light was amber； the leather was Chinese red and the booths had polished plastic tables。 In one booth four soldiers were drinking beer moodily； a little glassy in the eyes and obviously bored even with drinking beer。 Across from them a party of two girls and two flashy…looking men were making the noise in the place。 I saw nobody that looked like my idea of Crystal Kingsley。
A wizened waiter with evil eyes and a face like a gnawed bone put a napkin with a printed peacock on it down on the table in front of me and gave me a bacardi cocktail。 I sipped it and looked at the amber face of the bar clock。 It was just past one…fifteen。
One of the men with the two girls got up suddenly and stalked along to the door and went on。 The voice of the other man said： 〃What did you have to insult the guy for？〃 A girl's tinny voice said： 〃Insult him？ I like that。 He propositioned me。〃 The man's voice said plainingly： 〃Well； you didn't have to insult him； did you？〃 One of the soldiers suddenly laughed deep in his chest and then wiped the laugh off his face with a brown hand and drank a little more beer。 I rubbed the back of my knee。 It was hot and swollen still but the paralyzed feeling had gone away。
A tiny； white…faced Mexican boy with enormous black eyes came in with morning papers and scuttled along the booths trying to make a few sales before the barman threw him out。 I bought a paper and looked through it to see if there were any in