But the Doctor Died by Craig Rice

Author:Craig Rice
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MysteriousPress.com/Open Road Media
Published: 2018-11-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

She was a dish. This had been Kent Fargo’s unqualified opinion from the start, from the first moment DuBois had pointed her out across the dance floor of the Casino and said, “The tall blonde—the one with the legs.”

“A dish.”

But Fargo was cautious. He hadn’t jumped at the proposition. He’d studied Helene Justus and done a little pleasant fantasizing. But he said, “She’s married.”

“To the tall, red-headed guy … who happens to own the joint.”

“He looks tough.”

“So?”

“I don’t like husbands. In particular, I don’t like tall, red-headed, tough-looking husbands.”

“You’ll have no contact with him.”

“What if he finds out and arranges a contact?”

“He won’t. Nobody will find out.”

Fargo was slim, handsome, and attractive to women. He had matriculated in the stalking of the female and he was good at it. He had studied women as other men study mathematics, theoretical physics, and racing forms.

“Exactly what is it I’m supposed to do?”

“Hire her.”

“Okay—call her over. I’ll tell her to report for work.”

“That won’t be necessary. She’ll apply at Walden. You just have to see to it that her application is expedited.”

DuBois didn’t bother to tell Fargo how this had been arranged; that the suggestion had been made by one Dr. Barnhall, the urge to be useful skillfully planted. He didn’t tell Fargo for two reasons. First, it was none of the bastard’s business. And second, DuBois didn’t like Fargo. He had only contempt for the man. He wondered how a superficial jerk like Fargo, with only one thing on his mind, had gotten a responsible job at a vital government plant like Walden. But of course Fargo did have an impressive front, and he was not a complete fool. He could play the part of a dedicated executive if necessary, and there were no black marks against him.

“Okay,” Fargo said. “Consider her expedited. What do I do after she’s on the payroll?”

“Nothing.”

“What do you mean—nothing?”

“Just that. Everything else will be taken care of.”

Fargo scowled. “I don’t know. I’m not sure.” The broad was a dish, but he didn’t like the secrecy. It wasn’t as though he was suffering from a poverty of women. He wasn’t. Given his head, he could walk out with any of ten chicks lapping it up in this gin mill right now. It would be simple.

But maybe that was the lure. Maybe he was tired of simple conquests. It might be fun to seduce the beautiful, blonde, loving wife of a dangerous redheaded husband. Besides, there was the money.

“I can’t figure out,” he said, “why you’re paying to get this chick into Walden.” He didn’t add that she could probably have gotten the job by simply applying for it.

But DuBois sensed this trend of his thoughts. “We just don’t want any slip-ups and we’re willing to pay you to see that there aren’t any.”

“Who is we?”

“That doesn’t concern you.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“All right,” DuBois snapped. “Do you want to get involved?”

Fargo considered that. “No.”

As it was, he had nothing to worry about. Helene Justus was an entirely legitimate prospect as a Walden employee.

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