DAMES DON'T CARE! by Peter Cheyney

Author:Peter Cheyney [Cheyney, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Tags: Dames Don't Care!, Peter Cheyney, Lemmy Caution, Policier
Publisher: Blu Duaine Press
Published: 1937-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

IX. Hey Paulette!

It is seven o’clock an’ a fine evenin’ an’ I am drivin’ along the State road that runs along the Mexican border between Mexicali an’ Sonoyta.

There is one swell moon. There is a lotta people who don’t like this desert scenery, but me, I go for it. I’m for the wide open spaces where men are men an’ women are damn glad of it.

An’ I am plenty curious about this Paulette. Speakin’ confidentially, I am keen to have a look at this dame. Why? Because I like lookin’ at dames and, speaking confidentially some more, I am hot to get a look at the dame that Aymes turned down Henrietta for, because believe it or not this baby has gotta have what it takes in a big way to get a start of Henrietta. Get me?

Besides which I am not certain just where Henrietta is breakin’. I told you how I tore up the record card an’ fingerprint cards an’ pictures of her I had taken at Palm Springs, an’ maybe you are wonderin’ why I done this. If you got intelligence you will realise that the show I put up down at the Palm Springs police station was a big act an’ if you stick around you’ll see why I played it that way.

I start singin’ Cactus Lizzie again because I have always found that I drive quicker when I am singin’ this jingle.

I go on eatin’ up the miles an’ wonderin’. Sonoyta is about ten miles over the Mexican side of the Arizona-Mexico State line, an’ it is about a hundred an’ fifty miles from Mexicali, but what the roads are goin’ to be like when I pull off the road I am on is another business.

It is eight o’clock when I get to the intersection. The left road runs inta Arizona an’ the right inta Mexico. I pull the car round an’ find myself on some helluva lousy road that shakes up my liver like a broncho. About five miles down this road I see a Mex sittin’ on the side of the road, smokin’ a cigarette an’ thinkin’—which is what Mexicans is always doin’ when they ain’t tryin’ to come the neat stuff with a dame or makin’ a swell try to stick the other guy who is one jump ahead of ’em on the same game.

I pull up an’ ask him if he knows a jane called Señora Paulette Benito who is livin’ in some hacienda around here, an’ after gettin’ over a lotta surprise at findin’ an Americano who speaks his own lingo he says yes, an’ he tells me how to make this place which is about six miles from where we are.

After stickin’ me for two cigarettes an’ thereby provin’ that there ain’t even one Mex who will even give you some information for nothin’ I ease off an’ ten minutes later I see the hacienda.

It is a swell little dump. It is all white an’ stuck on the side of a little hill with a lotta tropical stuff an’ cactus around behind it.

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