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‘Yes, suh.’
‘Who was in that room, besides yourself, when you first saw the two clubs?’
‘Everybody. That was befo’ the flunky’d come in to get the railroad man.’
‘I see. Now these two women—how soon after you got there did they come in?’
‘’Bout ten minutes or so.’
‘Did either of them leave the room while you were there?’
‘No, suh.’
‘And the first man—Easley Jones, the railroad porter—he had come into this room before the women arrived?’
‘Yes, suh. He was the first one here, I guess.’
‘After he went in to Frimbo, did he come back into the waiting-room?’
‘No, suh. Reckon he left by this side door here into the hall.’
‘Did either of the other two return to the waiting-room?’
‘No, suh. Guess they all left the same way. Only one that came back was Jinx, when he called me.’
‘And at that time, you and the women were the only people left in the waiting-room?’
‘Yes, suh.’
‘Very good. Could you identify those three men?’
‘’Deed I could. I could even find ’em if you said so.’
‘Perhaps I will. For the present you go back to the front room. Don’t try anything funny—the house is lousy with policemen.’
‘Lousy is right,’ muttered Bubber.
‘What’s that?’
‘I ain’t opened my mouth, mistuh. But listen, you don’t think I done it sho’ ’nough do you?’
‘That will depend entirely on whether the women corroborate your statement.’
‘Well, whatever that is, I sho’ hope they do it.’
CHAPTER VII (#ulink_c2f2fe25-1aed-596d-9c93-67564cc88a3f)
‘BRADY, ask the lady who arrived first to come in,’ said Dart, adding in a low aside to the physician, ‘if her story checks with Brown’s on the point of his staying in that room, I think I can use him for something. He couldn’t have taken that club out without leaving the room.’
‘He tells a straight story,’ agreed Dr Archer. ‘Too scared to lie. But isn’t it too soon to let anybody out?’
‘I don’t mean to let him go. But I can send him with a couple o’ cops to identify the other men who were here and bring them back, without being afraid he’ll start anything.’
‘Why not go with him and question them where you find ’em?’
‘It’s easier to have ’em all in one place if possible—saves everybody’s time. Can’t always do it of course. Here comes the lady—your friend.’
‘Be nice to her—she’s the real thing. I’ve known her for years.’
‘O. K.’
Uncertainly, the young woman entered, the beam of light revealing clearly her unusually attractive appearance. With undisguised bewilderment on her pretty face, but with no sign of fear, she took the visitors’ chair.
‘Don’t be afraid, Mrs Crouch. I want you to answer, as accurately as you can, a few questions which may help determine who killed Frimbo.’
‘I’ll be glad to,’ she said in a low, matter-of-fact tone.
‘What time did you arrive here tonight?’
‘Shortly after ten-thirty.’
‘You’re sure of the time?’
‘I was at the Lenox. The feature picture goes on for the last time at ten-thirty. I had seen it already, and when it came on again I left. It is no more than four or five minutes’ walk from there here.’
‘Good. You came directly to Frimbo’s waiting-room?’
‘No. I stopped downstairs to see if my husband was there.’
‘Your husband? Oh—Mr Crouch, the undertaker, is your husband?’
‘Yes. But he was out.’
‘Does he usually go out and leave his place open?’
‘Late in the evening, yes. Up until then there is a clerk. Afterwards if he is called out he just leaves a sign saying when he will return. He never,’ she smiled faintly, ‘has to fear robbers, you see.’
‘But might not calls come in while he is out?’
‘Yes. But they are handled by a telephone exchange. If he doesn’t answer, the exchange takes the call and gives it to him later.’
‘I see. How long did stopping downstairs delay you?’
‘Only a minute. Then I came right up to the waiting-room.’
‘Who was there when you got there?’
‘Four men.’
‘Did you know any of them?’
‘No, but I’d know them if I saw them again.’
‘Describe them.’
‘Well there was a little thin nervous man who looked like he was sick—in fact he was sick, because when he got up to follow the assistant he had a dizzy spell and fell, and all the men jumped to him and had to help him up.’
‘He was the first to go in to Frimbo after you arrived?’
‘Yes. Then there was a heavy-set, rather flashily-dressed man in grey. He went in next. And there were two others who seemed to be together—the two who were in there a few minutes ago when you and Dr Archer came in.’
‘A tall fellow and a short one?’
‘Yes.’
‘About those two—did either of them leave the room while you were there?’
‘The tall one did, when his turn came to see Frimbo.’
‘And the short one?’
‘Well—when the tall one had been out for about five or six minutes, he came back—through the same way that he had gone. It was rather startling because nobody else had come back at all except Frimbo’s man, and he always appeared in the hall doorway, not the other, and always left by the hall doorway also. And, too, this tall fellow looked terribly excited. He beckoned to the short one and they went back together through the passage—into this room.’
‘That was the first and only time the short man left that room while you were there?’
‘Yes.’
‘And you yourself did not leave the room meanwhile?’
‘No. Not until now.’
‘Did anyone else come in?’
‘The other woman, who is in there now.’
‘Very good. Now, pardon me if I seem personal, but it’s my business not to mind my business—to meddle with other people’s. You understand?’
‘Perfectly. Don’t apologize—just ask.’
‘Thank you. Did you know anything about this man Frimbo—his habits, friends, enemies?’
‘No. He had many followers, I know, and a great reputation for being able to cast spells and that sort of thing. His only companion, so far as I know, was his servant. Otherwise he seemed to lead a very secluded life. I imagine he must have been pretty well off financially. He’d been here almost two years. He was always our best tenant.’
‘Tell me why you came to see Frimbo tonight, please.’
‘Certainly. Mr Crouch owns this house, among others, and Frimbo is our tenant. My job is collecting rents, and tonight I came to collect Frimbo’s.’
‘I see. But do you find it more convenient to see tenants at night?’
‘Not so much for me as for them. Most of them are working during the day. And Frimbo simply can’t be seen in the daytime—he won’t see anyone either professionally or on business until after dark. It’s one of his peculiarities, I suppose.’
‘So that by coming during his office hours you are sure of finding him available?’
‘Exactly.’
‘All right, Mrs Crouch. That’s all for the present. Will you return to the front room? I’d let you go at once, but you may be able to help me further if you will.’
‘I’ll be glad to.’
‘Thank you. Brady, call in Bubber Brown and one of those extra men.’
When Bubber reappeared, Dart said:
‘You told me you could locate and identify the three men who preceded Jenkins?’
‘Yes, suh. I sho’ can.’
‘How?’
‘Well, I been seein’ that little Doty Hicks plenty. He hangs out ’round his brother’s night club. ’Cose ev’ybody knows Spider Webb’s a runner and I can find him from now till mornin’ at Patmore’s Pool Room. And that other one, the railroad man, he and I had quite a conversation before he come in to see Frimbo, and I found out where he rooms when he’s in town. Jes’ a half a block up the street here, in a private house.’
‘Good.’ The detective turned to the officer whom Brady had summoned:
‘Hello, Hanks. Listen Hanks, you take Mr Brown there around by the precinct, pick up another man, and then go with Mr Brown and bring the men he identifies here. There’ll be three of ’em. Take my car and make it snappy.’
Jinx, behind a mask of scowling ill-humour, which was always his readiest defence under strain, sat now in the uncomfortably illuminated chair and growled his answers into the darkness whence issued Dart’s voice. This apparently crusty attitude, which long use had made habitual, served only to antagonize his questioner, so that even the simplest of his answers were taken as unsatisfactory. Even in the perfectly routine but obviously important item of establishing his identity, he made a bad beginning.
‘Have you anything with you to prove your identity?’
‘Nothin’ but my tongue.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean I say I’m who I is. Who’d know better?’
‘No one, of course. But it’s possible that you might say who you were not.’
‘Who I ain’t? Sho’ I can say who I ain’t. I ain’t Marcus Garvey, I ain’t Al Capone, I ain’t Cal Coolidge—I ain’t nobody but me—Jinx Jenkins, myself.’
‘Very well, Mr Jenkins. Where do you live? What sort of work do you do?’
‘Any sort I can get. Ain’t doin’ nothin’ right now.’
‘M-m. What time did you get here tonight?’
On this and other similar points, Jinx’s answers, for all their gruffness, checked with those of Bubber and Martha Crouch. He had come with Bubber a little before ten-thirty. They had gone straight to the waiting-room and found three men. The women had come in later. Then the detective asked him to describe in detail what had transpired when he left the others and went in to see Frimbo. And though Jinx’s vocabulary was wholly inadequate, so deeply had that period registered itself upon his mind that he omitted not a single essential item. His imperfections of speech became negligible and were quite ignored; indeed, the more tutored minds of his listeners filled in or substituted automatically, and both the detective and the physician, the latter perhaps more completely, were able to observe the reconstructed scene as if it were even now being played before their eyes.
The black servitor with the yellow headdress and the cast in one eye ushered Jinx to the broad black curtains, saying in a low voice as he bowed him through, ‘Please go in, sit down, say nothing till Frimbo speaks.’ Thereupon the curtains fell to behind him and he was in a small dark passage, whose purpose was obviously to separate the waiting-room from the mystic chamber beyond and thus prevent Frimbo’s voice from reaching the circle of waiting callers. Jinx shuffled forward toward the single bright light that at once attracted and blinded. He sidled in between the chair and table and sat down facing the figure beneath the hanging light. He was unable, because of the blinding glare, to descry any characteristic feature of the man he had come to see; he could only make out a dark shadow with a head that seemed to be enormous, cocked somewhat sidewise as if in a steady contemplation of the visitor.
