Draw the Curtain Close by Thomas B. Dewey

Author:Thomas B. Dewey [Dewey, Thomas B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, detective, crime, sleuth, murder
Publisher: Wildside Press LLC
Published: 2015-07-28T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

There was an interval of quiet during which my mind jammed. I ate half of one of the sandwiches. I made some coffee and it was terrible. The sun kept going under and reappearing. I pulled down the shades and turned on the light so things would look the same all the time.

After a while I turned off the light and lay down on the studio couch. I snapped the radio on, found a station that gave news highlights every fifteen minutes and waited to hear that they had picked her up.

I knew now she hadn’t killed Warfield—not just because I wanted to know it but because as I saw the pattern, it had to be someone else. I didn’t know who. I didn’t think I’d met him yet. But I knew it couldn’t be Cynthia. I thought Donovan might know it too, by now. On the other hand—maybe not. It was the sheriff’s case anyway and the sheriff didn’t have a chance to bring in a big-shot killer every day. A little enthusiasm could color a whole lot of half-baked evidence.

Around two o’clock a report came from the sheriff’s office that no new developments had been announced in the case of Warfield’s murder; that Mrs. Warfield was known to have been in the vicinity of the house at the time of the murder but had not yet been apprehended; that several persons thought to have been near Warfield on the evening of the crime had been questioned and their names were being withheld.

That helped a lot. That told me everything. Nothing had happened and nobody was talking. So I could wait a while longer. The time would come when I would have to do something besides waiting. But right now I didn’t know what it would be.

I wondered where she’d gone. I thought of the characters who’d been hanging around when I left that morning. I thought she would really have shot any body who went after her, which would have left some signs. And certainly she wouldn’t have written the note after they’d picked her up. It couldn’t have been the cops; they would have announced it. They had no reason not to.

The more reasons I thought up to make myself feel better about it, the worse I felt. And the reasons I felt worse were all personal. I knew it was crazy, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want any harm to come to her, because I wanted to see her happy—happy and on hand.

I fell asleep. That was something else I couldn’t help. And it wasn’t a pleasant sleep. It was full of Warfield’s face in life and in death, and Burnett’s. Once in a while Cynthia’s face got into it too, but I couldn’t enjoy it, because either Warfield or Crooked Nose or Marilyn Mayfair kept weaving about in the background. This dream went on and on for what seemed like hours. I suppose I was asleep only half an hour altogether. And

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