Black Money (Lew Archer) by Ross Macdonald

Author:Ross Macdonald [Macdonald, Ross]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780307759566
Publisher: Random House, Inc.
Published: 2011-06-15T00:00:00+00:00

chapter 18

THE TENNIS CLUB didn’t open till ten o’clock, Eric told me. I found Reto Stoll, the manager, in his cottage next door to Mrs. Bagshaw’s. He was wearing a blue blazer with gilt buttons which went strangely with the heavy somber furniture in his living room. There was nothing personal in the room except the faint stale odor of burnt incense.

Stoll greeted me with anxious courtesy. He made me sit down in the armchair where he had obviously been reading the morning paper. He fidgeted and wrung his hands.

“This is terrible about Mrs. Fablon.”

“It couldn’t be in the paper yet.”

“No. Mrs. Bagshaw told me. The old ladies of Montevista have a grapevine,” he added parenthetically. “This news comes as a terrible shock to all of us. Mrs. Fablon was one of our most delightful members. Who would want to kill such a charming woman?” No doubt he was sincere, but he didn’t have the knack of sounding that way about women.

“You may be able to help me answer that question, Mr. Stoll.” I showed him one of the enlargements. “Do you recognize these people?”

He carried the picture to the sliding glass door which opened onto his patio. His gray eyes narrowed. His mouth pursed in distaste.

“They stayed here as guests a number of years ago. Frankly, I didn’t want to admit them. They weren’t our type. But Dr. Sylvester made an issue of it.”

“Why?”

“The man was his patient, apparently a very important patient.”

“Did he tell you anything else about him?”

“He didn’t have to. I recognized the type. It belongs in Palm Springs or Las Vegas, not here.” He screwed up his face painfully, and slapped his forehead. “I should be able to remember his name.”

“Ketchel.”

“That’s it. Ketchel. I put him and the woman in the cottage next to me”—he gestured toward Mrs. Bagshaw’s cottage—“where I could keep an eye on them.”

“What did you see?”

“They behaved better than I expected. There were no wild drinking parties, nothing like that.”

“I understand they played a lot of cards.”

“Oh?”

“And that Roy Fablon took part.”

Stoll looked past me. He could see the threat of scandal a long way off. “Where did you hear that?”

“From Mrs. Fablon.”

“Then I suppose it must be true. I don’t remember, myself.”

“Come off it, Reto. You’re plugged in to the Montevista grapevine, you must have heard that Fablon lost a lot of money to Ketchel. Mrs. Fablon blamed him for her husband’s death.”

The threat of scandal darkened on his face. “The Tennis Club is not responsible.”

“Were you here the night Fablon disappeared?”

“No. I was not. I can’t stay on duty twenty-four hours a day.” He looked at his watch. It was nearly ten o’clock. He was getting ready to terminate the interview.

“I want you to take another look at the picture. Do you recognize the young man in the white jacket?”

He held the picture up to the light. “Vaguely I remember him. I think he only lasted a few weeks.” He sucked in his breath abruptly. “This looks like Martel. Is it?”

“I’m pretty sure it is.

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