Skulldoggery

19

To Hester’s importunate request for his midnight assistance, Bones had acceded reluctantly, and he was waiting impatiently. He had, indeed, first refused flatly, but he was eventually brought around by an eloquent appeal to his sense of duty, plus an oblique threat to his professional prestige if he should miss through pig-headedness such a rare opportunity for a major coup. Now that he was here, somehow waiting, where he had not intended to wait, for a mysterious engagement that filled him with apprehension, he wondered uneasily why he had not had the good sense to remain obdurate and detached. His knowledge of the night’s affair, whatever it might turn out to be, was as scant as that of Lester and Junior, of whose commitment he was unaware.

He was also unaware that he was parked at the curb of the street directly behind Grandfather Hunter’s house. He was unaware, that is, that the house was, or had been, Grandfather’s property. But he could see it rising like a Victorian monster in the moonlight, and he could tell from its size and the quality of its structure that it was surely the residence of someone who, however wretched his taste, did not lack the means of indulging it. Bones, observing the house, felt his uneasiness increasing measurably with every tick of his watch. Was it possible that Hester could have the effrontery to solicit the aid of a reputable detective in a job of simple housebreaking? Bones laughed hollowly at this notion and told himself that it was absurd, but he wasn’t sure. What was worse, having had some experience with Hester, he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t be talked into agreeing.

Well, it was almost midnight. Lacking, he saw by his watch, two minutes. Midnight was the time of meeting, set by Hester herself, and he was therefore relieved of his commitment at that hour. That was fair and reasonable. If she did not arrive in two minutes, now slightly less, he would drive away and be done with it. Hope rose within him, and he watched his watch with one hand on the ignition key. But he was doomed by seconds to disappointment. An MG, packed with passengers, wheeled suddenly around the corner and pulled in behind him. There was Hester hopping out, and with her, God help Sylvester Bones, were Lester and Junior.

“Here we are,” said Hester, approaching, “on time as I promised.”

“So I see,” said Bones, without enthusiasm. “Who’s we? Is that your brother?”

“Yes, it is. It’s Lester. The other one’s Junior. He’s my first cousin, although he frequently doesn’t act like it. Sitting on his lap in an MG is rather hazardous.”

“What’s that he’s got? It looks like a shovel.”

“That’s what it is. And Lester, if you’ll notice, has a crowbar.”

“Would it be too much to ask what we are going to do with a shovel and a crowbar?”

“Not at all. I’m going to prise and dig. Or Junior and Lester are. That’s why I brought them along.”

“I was wondering why. Junior and Lester weren’t in the agreement, as I recall.”

“Well, they aren’t good for much of anything except odd jobs under close supervision, and so I thought I might as well make use of them when I could. Why don’t you get out of your car? We’re not going any farther.”

“What I can’t understand is why I came this far.”

“You’ll see. Do get out. I’m anxious to get finished.”

“It remains to be seen,” said Bones, “if we even begin.”

Nevertheless, he got out and joined Hester on the parking, being joined in turn by Lester and Junior, who came up from the MG.

“Why have you brought us to Grandfather’s house, Hester?” Lester said. “I can’t see any sense in it.”

“Of course you can’t,” said Hester. “You can’t see any sense in anything, however sensible it may be. It remains with me, as always, to see the sense in things.”

“Perhaps we could see the sense in it,” Junior said, “if we knew what we were going to do, now that we are here.”

“Wait a minute,” said Bones. “As the only official representative, it is time I took charge of this matter. Does your grandfather live here?”

“Not exactly,” Hester said. “Grandfather’s dead.”

“Then who does live here?”

“The house is temporarily occupied by a scoundrel named Crump.”

“Scoundrel or not, you needn’t expect me to help you break into his house.”

“Why, that’s fantastic! Do you think, if I were going to break into the house, that I would do it in the company of a policeman? No such thing is intended.”

“Precisely what, then, is intended?”

“We are merely going over the fence and up to the garden house.”

“I don’t know about that,” Junior said. “I recently had a bad experience in that garden house, and I’m in no hurry to go back.”

“Try not to be such a coward, Junior,” Hester said. “There is absolutely no danger. Crump is certainly sound asleep in the house, and besides, you will have a policeman with you for protection.”

“It is by no means certain that he will have a policeman with him,” Bones said. “In fact, I can state right now that he won’t. Trepassing isn’t as serious as breaking and entering, but it is serious enough and policemen can’t afford to engage in it.”

“That settles it,” said Junior. “If Bones won’t go, I won’t. Courage is all right when it’s safe, but it’s no compensation for being called a son of a bitch and run through with a dog stake. I tell you, that Crump is a wild man when he finds anyone in the garden house.”

“Exactly,” said Hester. “He is far wilder than is justified. The garden house is apparently significant to Crump for some reason, and that’s why I want to go there.”

“Just the very reason that I don’t,” Junior said. “We have no problem that can’t be easily solved, Hester. You go and I’ll stay.”

“So will I,” said Lester.

“Unless there’s compelling reason to the contrary,” Bones said, “you will all stay, and that’s that. What’s in the garden house, anyhow? What do you expect to find?”

“I can see that I must tell you to convince you,” Hester said. “What I expect to find is a body.”

“A body!” Bones felt his hair stand on end beneath his hat. “Whose body?”

“You will see soon enough if you will only come and look.”

“Who put it there?”

“Crump did, that’s who.”

“Have a little care, young lady. You are making a grave charge. All I can say is, you had better know what you’re talking about.”

“I can tell you immediately that she doesn’t,” Junior said. “I have spent a great deal of time in the garden house recently, and I can assure you that there’s no body there. If there was, I’d have seen it.”

“Well, Junior, you are an absolute imbecile at best. Do you think Crump stood the body in a corner or something? He must have buried it under the floor, and I’ll risk my reputation that it’s there right now.”

“You will risk more than your reputation,” said Bones, “whatever it’s worth.”

“In any event,” Junior said, “a new light has been shed on the matter, and I am more determined than ever not to go.”

“You’ll go,” said Bones. “We’ll all go. Too much has been said to be followed by nothing. Bring the crowbar and the shovel, and let’s move.”

“I don’t have to go if I don’t want to,” Junior said.

“You’ll go if I have to put you under arrest.”

“Under arrest? I haven’t done anything. What will you arrest me for?”

“Considering your mental age, I can make a case for violating the curfew.”

“Oh, come on, Junior,” said Hester. “There’s no use in dragging your heels. Who has a flashlight?”

“I don’t,” Lester said.

“Not I,” Junior said.

“Well, if that’s not the limit!” Hester said. “Am I required to think of everything? If I could specify the shovel and the crowbar, it looks like someone else could have remembered to bring a flashlight.”

“That’s all right,” said Bones. “I have one.”

“A grave charge!” said Lester suddenly. “You know, Bones, that’s rather clever. Did you say it deliberately, or was it an accident?”

But Bones, skinning over the fence, didn’t answer. He was followed in order by Hester, Junior and Lester, who tagged behind to make sure that Junior skinned over at all. In file, they trailed across the yard to the garden house, where Bones employed his flashlight to reveal a circle of floor.

“Now what?” he said. “Do we have to rip up the whole damn floor?”

“That won’t be necessary,” said Hester. “The floor is old and worn and will show the signs of tampering. If my theory is correct, as I believe, we will have no difficulty in finding the exact spot. Move the light around a little, if you please.”

Bones moved the light, and it was less than a minute before Hester found the spot.

“There,” she said. “What did I tell you?”

“The boards have clearly been taken up and nailed down again,” said Junior. “I wonder why I didn’t notice it before?”

“As to that,” Hester said, “it is difficult to notice anything when your eyes are shut. Lester, use the crowbar, and then Junior can use the shovel.”

“I’d rather use the crowbar,” Junior said.

“As representative of the police,” said Bones, “I think I had better use them both.”

While the others watched, he prised and dug, and after awhile, sure enough, he uncovered a body as Hester had predicted.

“There it is,” said Hester. “You will have to admit that I was right as usual.”

Bones straightened up slowly. His breath whistled shrilly through his nose, which was twitching violently.

“That,” he said, “is the body of a dog!”

“Certainly,” said Hester. “It’s Senorita Fogarty.”

“Do you mean to tell me,” said Bones with a massive effort at restraint, “that you called me out in the middle of the night to dig up the body of a dog? By God, I must be losing my mind. I simply can’t understand what’s happened to me. I was assigned to find the murderer of Willis Brewster, which was reasonable and acceptable, and now I suddenly find myself in someone’s garden house digging up the body of a dog!”

“It is apparent that I must continue to explain what is now as obvious as the nose on your face,” said Hester. “Lester and Junior, don’t just stand there doing nothing. Return the crowbar and the shovel to the MG, and take charge of Senorita’s remains. We may need it as evidence in the matter of Grandfather’s will. In the meanwhile, I’ll instruct Lieutenant Bones as clearly as possible in what he must now do.”