Matt Helm 07 - The Shadowers by Donald Hamilton

Author:Donald Hamilton [Hamilton, Donald]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Helm 07
Published: 2012-07-14T18:29:09+00:00

"It was a man," Mooney whispered. "A big, bald man with protruding ears. I'd recognize him anywhere. He was hiding in the bathroom. I told him. . . I protested. . ."

Olivia said, with a meaningful glance at me, "That's right, Paul. It was a prowler. I haven't had time to see if anything is missing, and I haven't anything worth stealing anyway. I can't imagine what he was doing here, maybe just working from room to room."

Her voice was cool and matter of fact. She was pretty damn good, I had to admit. She might have been clumsy yesterday evening but she was catching on fast.

I said in my innocent role, "Sure, but what about the cops? They like to be notified in cases like this. It's a notion they have."

She looked at the man on the bed. Her voice was tart. "I don't really think Harold wants the folks back in Pensacola to read in the papers that be was shot in my hotel room in New Orleans, no matter how innocently he happened to be there."

Mooney shook his head quickly. "No. Please. If we can avoid publicity-"

"I'm quite capable of fixing up a little bullet hole," Olivia said. "Now please open my bag, Paul, and get the bottle of peroxide, hydrogen peroxide, and the applicators

Oh, and twist up a towel or something for Harold to bite on when he feels like screaming,

will you? We're going to have to do this without anesthesia, and Harold is rather sensitive about pain, aren't you, Harold? I mean, his own pain, of course."

Her face was expressionless, but the peroxide bubbled viciously as it hit the raw flesh of the wound. Actually it doesn't really sting, not like iodine or Merthiolate, but watching it you'd think you were being consumed alive. Mooney started by watching the proceedings bravely

enough, but he quickly turned his face away, looking sick.

"So much for the preliminaries," Olivia said calmly. "Now we're going to have to go in and clean it thoroughly. Fortunately the bullet went clear through, but it may have carried along dirt or scraps of cloth. . . . All right, Paul."

She made a sharp little gesture. I was in position; I had the twisted towel in both hands, like a garrote. I got it between his teeth as he opened his mouth to yell, and I held it there. It wasn't the first time I'd helped patch up a guy when silence was necessary. Presently he fainted, which was nice for everybody.

"There," Olivia said at last, completing a neat white dressing that covered both entry and exit holes. She grimaced. "I look as if I'd been sticking pigs, don't I?" Her voice was light.

I said, "Cut it out. You don't have to impress me, and he's out cold. I don't like working with screwballs, Doc. Don't let this vengeance kick get out of hand."

She looked at me across the bed. "What do you mean?" she asked innocently.

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