A Taste for Violence (22 page)

“But what about Brand’s own gun? Would a man leave his gun beside the body of his victim, knowing it could be traced to him?”

“A man like Brand would do exactly that,” Shayne told her with certainty. “In fact, that was a part of the plan. A necessary part, to assure the end of the strike and collection of the twenty thousand dollar bribe which was a great deal more important to Brand than a square deal for the men he was pretending to represent. Look at it from his viewpoint. He had to kill Roche before his thirtieth birthday in order to keep the strike settlement from going through. But the mere killing of Roche wasn’t enough. To positively assure the end of the strike immediately, Brand had to also fix it so he would be charged with the crime. He felt safe enough with that signed agreement already in Stanger’s possession. It would seem positive proof that he didn’t commit the crime so long as no one knew about the bribe. And Persona certainly wasn’t going to mention it to anybody. The agreement with Roche was Brand’s life insurance, but he couldn’t afford to have it turn up at once… not until the miners were convinced of his guilt and that their cause was lost.

“As soon as they returned to work, the twenty thousand dollars was Brand’s… and Stanger would produce the agreement later and get him released. Maybe there was more between Brand and Elsa Roche than she admits, too. That could have been a contributing factor in his decision. Though I imagine the twenty grand was inducement enough.”

“What about that money, Michael? Whom does it belong to? You’ve already given part of it to Mr. Seveir.”

Shayne grinned crookedly. “I imagine the courts are going to have a lot of fun trying to decide ownership. In the meantime, I don’t see any reason I shouldn’t be using it to help finance the campaign to wake the miners up to the truth. If I have to repay it later, don’t forget that I’ve already collected one five thousand dollar fee, and AMOK will owe me another five when Brand is convicted.”

“But as soon as you publish this agreement between Brand and Charles Roche in the
Gazette,”
protested Lucy, “and offer that telegram of Brand’s in evidence, his conviction will be assured and you’ll no longer have any hold over Seth Gerald. He’ll have you removed as police chief and…”

“Maybe he will,” Shayne said grimly. “But I don’t have to make the clinching evidence against Brand public at once. I’ll keep Gerald on the hot-seat as long as possible, and with Tim Rourke running the
Gazette
we’ll whip up public opinion against Gerald and Persona and the bloody methods of AMOK to a point where the whole state will be aroused.”

“Can’t you do anything about Mr. Persona, Mike? Does he get off scot-free?”

“I think I can break Persona and his anti-labor organization by printing all the vicious details of his private arrangement with Brand and by pointing out in the
Gazette
that half a dozen deaths are directly attributable to him. We may not be able to convict him of any specific crime, but stripping him of power will serve the purposes of justice just as well.”

Lucy Hamilton sighed and shook her head. “It’s the most awful betrayal I ever heard of. How are the miners going to feel when they learn their trusted leader cold-bloodedly sold them out for cash?”

“I hope they feel like hell. I hope it causes a stink that spreads across the state and throws the white light of suspicion on every other double-crossing labor leader who may be doing the same thing. That’ll be the
Gazette’s
job… and Tim Rourke’s going to love it. Have you started looking for a house for the three of us… as I suggested last night?”

“I didn’t dream you were serious.”

“Find something that’s available for six months. Maybe the Roche house on the hill, for I’ve a hunch the sultry widow will be going back to Boston where she belongs. Or the house George Brand has been occupying. He won’t be needing it… and Ann Cornell lives right across the street. You might do worse than get acquainted with that gal and take some lessons from her. Cooking and things like that,” he added hastily as he caught a flash of fire from Lucy’s eyes as she swung off the edge of his desk and stood upright.

“From what I saw of her, I bet I can
cook
rings around Mrs. Cornell right now.” Lucy turned and went swiftly out of the office with flaming cheeks and with Shayne’s chuckle echoing after her.