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“How long did the girl stay?”
“They moved her out Wednesday.”
“And took her to Wakefield?”
Gle
“And Maude Delmont is still a guest of the hotel.”
“A guest? More like a parasite. She’s bought all kinds of stuff, hats and dresses and crap, and charged it to the hotel. She’s hung up on Mr. Boyle at least six times. He had to sic the police on her. They’re getting ready to throw her ass on the street.”
“You two still friendly?”
“She’s ice, brother.”
“My condolences.”
“I wasn’t looking to make pen pals.”
“So what happened in that room?”
“That’s the question. You got two people go into 1219 and one of ’em ends up dying four days later.”
“You trust what Delmont says?”
“I wouldn’t trust that bitch if she said the earth was round and the sky was blue.”
“What did she tell you?”
“I only know what I read in the papers about the dead girl’s confession.
She never said a word of that to me.”
Gle
“What happened to the bedclothes?”
“Cops took ’em.”
“You see them?”
He nodded.
“Blood?”
“Nope,” he said. “But someone sure had pissed them good. Both in 1219 and 1227. You know they brought the whole grand jury by the hotel rooms today? Boyle’s ticked ’cause those are his primo suites and he’s told he can’t rent them out.”
“Did you hear anything from any maids, workers, Arbuckle’s crowd?” He shook his head. “The cops asked me this already.”
“What didn’t they ask you?”
Gle
“They didn’t ask me about the doctors.”
“More than one?”
“Three.”
“Who were they?”
“House doctor was out Labor Day, so we had a fill-in. Then the house doctor was back on Tuesday, but Mrs. Delmont didn’t want any of that. She brought in her own doctor.”
“She know him?”
“Called him Rummy.”
“Name?”
“Rumwell,” he said. “This guy was a true nut, all nervous and stuttering. Wore his coat buttoned to the top button even when it’s so hot you can’t breathe. He has a fu
“Where she died.”
“Where she died.”
“You think Arbuckle did this?”
“I’m saying that Mrs. Maude Delmont ain’t playing a straight game, and I’m not so sure whose interest she’s serving. You ever checked out the co
“THEY’RE BURNING My FILMS,” Roscoe said.
“That was just one case,” Dominguez said.
“It says it right here a bunch of cowboys rode into a movie house in Wyoming, shooting up the place, and dragged out the projector and the canister for Gasoline Gus and burned it in the street.”
“What do those people know? They probably have sex with cattle.”
“You want to talk about all the cities ba
“Only that idiot director Lehrman called you a beast.”
“And they put the bastard on the front page. He said he couldn’t come to San Francisco to claim the body because he was worried what he might do to me. Pathé? Now, that’s a laugh. The Examiner had a picture of him showing off a pair of cuff links that he sez Virginia bought for him. Hell, he probably had them engraved himself. ‘With Love Always, Virginia,’ ” Roscoe said, tossing the paper near his hat on the jailhouse floor. “That girl was nothing but a receptacle for him.”
“The grand jury is meeting right now, Roscoe.”
Roscoe began to shuffle a deck of cards in his hands, bare feet on concrete. Dominguez leaned against the bars, his neckerchief loosened in the heat.
Roscoe began to absently toss cards into his driving cap.
“What haven’t you told me about the party, Roscoe?”
“I told you everything, Frank. Ten times I told you.”
“You never told me about the Coke bottle.”
Roscoe tossed a joker onto the brim of the hat.
“It works better with a bowler.”
“We need to talk about everything.”
Roscoe felt his face flush and he hated the feeling of it. He stood and straightened his Norfolk jacket on the wire hanger and smoothed down the lapels. He adjusted his shoes by the commode.
“It was just a test. I’d always heard that when a person was knocked out that ice would bring ’ em to. If a person was just faking it, you could tell.”
“You thought she was faking it?”
“One minute the girl is on my lap calling me snuggle pup and the next she’s screaming bloody murder.”
“Did you touch her with the bottle?”
“It wasn’t a goddamn bottle, Frank. It was an ice cube.”
“I got a copy of an interview with this fella Al Semnacher. He says he saw you put something on her lady parts. Who the hell is this guy?”
“I just met him. He said he was an agent.”
“He work for Miss Rappe?”
“I never saw him when she was with Se
“Did it work?”
“Not really.”
“Where did you put it?”
Roscoe sat down on the creaking bed, shuffling out more cards, from one hand to the other, and then eyeing the hat from across the room.
“I put an ice cube from my Scotch on her.”
“Where?”
“On her snatch,” Roscoe said. “Okay. I put some ice on her snatch. Don’t tell me that killed her.”
“Did you ever place a bottle into her?”
“Is that what Semnacher said?”
“I don’t know. We’ve heard things. I don’t know if the D.A. is going to present this or not.”
“A Coke bottle. Jesus.”
“Other things may come out, too. I want you to know that. They may say the bottle was a substitution for masculinity.”
Roscoe flipped a steady stream of a dozen cards and then moved his eyes up to Frank. He could not stop shaking his head, feeling the shame being directed on him. The worst part about feeling the shame was that it felt like an old friend that he had abandoned long ago.
THE PREVON GIRL LEFT the grand jury room at eleven-seventeen, red-faced and tear-streaked and on the arm of Griff Ke
The girl wiped her eyes with a starched white handkerchief and snorted into it when they stopped and looked up at the big red-haired detective for her next order. But Griff didn’t say a word to her or Sam, only pushed Sam away with the heel of his hand and pushed the girl into the back of his black machine.
“She’s a witness,” Sam said. “Not your property.”
Griff Ke
Back inside, Sam found his bench had been taken up by two fat women knitting. They wore all black and large hats. A few more of the hat crew stood along a circular staircase where another big lady had opened up a picnic basket and distributed coffee poured out into china mugs. By the bathrooms were four more. Three more walked in from the front doors.
“What’s this?” Sam asked.
“Vigilant Committee,” said a newspaperman.