Blackmail
Arthur Hailey
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The chief hou officer, Ogilvie, who had declared he would appear at the Croydons suite an hour after his cryptic telephone call actually took twice that time. As a result the nerves of both the Duke and Duchess were excessively frayed when the muted buzzer of the outer door eventually sounded.
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The Duchess went to the door herlf. Earlier she had dispatched her maid on an invented errand and, cruelly, instructed the moon-faced male cretary – who was terrified of dogs – to exerci the Bedlington terriers. Her own tension was not lesned by the knowledge that both might return at any moment.
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A wave of cigar smoke accompanied Ogilvie in. When he had followed her to the living room, the Duch
ess looked pointedly at the half-burned cigar in the fat man’s mouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Would you kindly put that out."
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The hou detective's piggy eyes surveyed her sardonically from his gross jowled face. His gaze moved on to sweep the spacious, well-appointed room, encompassing the Duke who faced them uncertainly, his back to a window.
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"Pretty neat t-up you folks got.” Taking his time, Ogilvie removed the offending cigar, knocked off the ash and flipped the butt toward an ornamental fireplace on his right. He misd, and the butt fell upon the carpet where he ignored it. ○6
The Duchess's lips tightened. She said sharply, imagine you did not come here to discuss décor ".
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The obe body shook in an appreciative chuckle . "No, ma'am, can't say I did. I like nice things, tho
ugh." He lowered the level of his incongruous faltto voice." Like that car of yours. The one you keep here in the hotel. Jaguar, ain't it?"
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"Aah!" It was not a spoken word, but an emission of breath from the Duke of
Croydon. His wife shot him a swift, warning glance.
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"In what conceivable way does our car concern you?”
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As if the question from the Duchess had been a signal, the hou detective's manner changed. He inquired abruptly, "Who el is in this place?"
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It was the Duke who answered, "No one. We nt them out."
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"There's things it pays to check." Moving with surprising speed, the fat man walked around the suite, opening doors and inspecting the space behind them. Obviously he knew the room arrangement well. After reopening and closing the outer door, he returned, apparently satisfied, to the living room.
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The Duchess had ated herlf in a straight-backed Ogilvie remained standing. ○14
"Now then," he said. "You two was in the hit-'n-run ."
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She met his eyes directly." What are you talking about?"
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"Don't play games, lady. This is for real." He took out a fresh cigar and bit off the end, "You saw the papers. There's been plenty on radio, too."
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Two high points of color appeared in the paleness of the Duchess of Croydon's cheeks. "What you are suggesting is the most disgusting, "
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"I told you – Cut it out!” The words spat forth with sudden savagery , all preten of blandness gone. Ignoring the Duke, Ogilvie waved the unlighted cigar under his adversary 's adversary 's no. "You listen to me, your high-an'-mightiness. This city's burnin' mad – cops, mayor, everybody el. When they find who done that last night, who killed that kid an' its mother, then high-tailed it, they'll throw the book, and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither. Now I know what I know, and if I do what by rights I should, there'll be a squad of cops in here so fast you'll hardly e 'em. But I come to you first, in fairness, so's you could tell your side of it to me." The piggy eyes blinked, then hardened. " 'f you want it the other way, just say so."
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The Duchess of Croydon – three centuries and a half of inbred arrogance behind her – did not yield
easily. Springing to her feet, her face wrathful, gray-green eyes blazing, she faced the grossness of the hou detective squarely. Her tone would have withered anyone who knew her well. “You unspeakable blackguard! How dare you!” ○20
Even the lf-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant. But it was the Duke of Croydon who interjected, "It's no go, old girl. I'm afraid. It was a good try." Facing Ogilvie, he said, "What you accu us of is true. I am to blame. I was driving the car and killed the little girl."
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"That's more like it," Ogilvie said. He lit the fresh cigar. "Now we're getting somewhere."
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Wearily, in a gesture of surrender, the Duchess of Croydon sank back into her chair. Clasping her hands to conceal their trembling, she asked. "What is it you know?"
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"Well now, I'll spell it out." The hou detective took his time, leisurely putting a cloud of blue cigar s
moke, his eyes sardonically on the Duchess as if challenging her objection. But beyond wrinkling her no in distaste, she made no comment.
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Ogilvie pointed to the Duke. "Last night, early on, you went to Lindy's Place in Irish Bayou. You drove there in your fancy Jaguar, and you took a lady friend. Leastways, I guess you'd call her that if you're not too fussy."
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As Ogilvie glanced, grinning, at the Duchess, the Duke said sharply, "Get on with it!"
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"Well" – the smug fat face swung back – "the way I hear it, you won a hundred at the tables, then lost it at the bar. You were into a cond hundred – with a real swinging party – when your wife here got there in a taxi. "
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"How do you know all this?"
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"I'll tell you, Duke – I've been in this town and this hotel a long time. I got
friends all over. I oblige them; they do the same for me, like letting me know what gives, an’ where. There ain't much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I don't get to hear about. Most of ’em never know I know, or know me. They think they got their little cret tucked away , and so they have – except like now." ○29
The Duke said coldly, "I e."
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"One thing I'd like to know. I got a curious nature, ma’ am. How'd you figure where he was?"
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The Duchess said, "You know I suppo it doesn't matter. My husband has a habit of making notes while he is telephoning. Afterward he often forgets to destroy them. ”
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The hou detective clucked his tongue reprovingly . "A little careless habit like that, Duke – look at the mess it gets you in. Well, here's what I figure about the rest. You an' your wife took off home, you drivin', though the way things turned out it might have been better if she'd have drove."
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"My wife doesn't drive."
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Ogilvie nodded understandingly. "Explains that one. Anyway, I reckon you were lickered ( = liquored ) up, "
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The Duchess interrupted. "Then you don't know! You don't know anything for sure! You can't "
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"Lady, I can prove all I need to."
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The Duke cautioned, "Better let him finish, old girl."
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"That's right," Ogilvie said. "Just sit an' listen. Last night I en you come in – through the bament, so's not to u the lobby. Looked right shaken, too, the pair of you. Just come in mylf, an' I got to wondering why. Like I said, I got a curious nature."
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The Duchess breathed, "Go on."
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"Late last night the word was out about the hit-'n-run. On a hunch I went over the garage and took a quiet look-e at your car. You maybe don't know – it's away in a corner, behind a pillar where the jockeys don't e it when they're comin' by."
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The Duke licked his lips. "I suppo that doesn't matter now."
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"You might have something there," Ogilvie conceded. "Anyway, what I found made me do some scouting -- across at police headquarters where they know me too." He paud to puff again at the cigar as his listeners waited silently. When the cigar tip was glowing he inspected it, then continued. "Over there they got three things to go on. They got a headlight trim ring which musta come off when the kid an’ the woman was hit. They got some headlight glass, and lookin’ at the kid's clothin', they reckon there'll be a brush trace. "
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"A what?"
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"You rub clothes against something hard, Duchess, specially if it's shiny like a car fender, say, an' it l
eaves a mark the same way as finger prints. The police lab kin pick it up like they do prints – dust it, an’ it shows."
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"That's interesting," the Duke said, as if speaking of something unconnected with himlf. "I didn't know that."
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"Not many do. In this ca, though, I reckon it don't make a lot o' difference. On your car you got a busted headlight, and the trim ring's gone. Ain't any doubt they'd match up, even without the brush trace an’ the blood. 0h yeah, I should a told you. There's plenty of blood, though it don't show too much on the black paint."
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"Oh, my God!" A hand to her face, the Duchess turned away.
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Her husband asked, "What do you propo to do?"
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The fat man rubbed his hands together, looking down at his thick, fleshy fingers. "Like I said, I come to hear your side of it."
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The Duke said despairingly, “What can I possibly say? You know what
