Three to Conquer (28 page)

             
"If you want my advice," he said to Leeming, "you'd do well to put an end to that dog before it puts an end to you."

             
"Don't worry. We're used to coping with such matters here. Nobody goes near enough to be spat upon, much less touched."

             
"You know your own business, and it's high time I resumed tending to mine. I am going home, back to the trap that Conway hopes will catch a live one." Harper let go a harsh chuckle. "If I'm dead out of luck, they may bring you a struggling zombie that will prove to be me."

             
"What d'you
mean
?" inquired Leeming, wide-eyed.

             
"Never mind.
Let's find the
escort,
if I return without them, there'll be the deuce to pay."

-

             
Rausch was hanging around the office when Harper arrived in the morning. He said, "We stayed put until eight last evening, thinking you'd be sure to return here. If your guard hadn't advised us that they'd delivered you safely home, we'd have been stuck in this dump all night."

             
"What with one thing and another, including three stops en route, I got back too late." Hanging up his hat, Harper sat down at his desk and reached for the mail. "Where's Norris? How come you're here? I thought you were making an ambush of the Baum place?"

             
"We've abandoned hope of catching anyone there. The news about the Baums appeared in yesterday's last editions, and despite the cover-up it's more than enough to warn off the Baums' playmates."

             
"Well, all I can say is that some people appear pretty good at thwarting the Feds." Harper tore open a couple of envelopes, rapidly scanned their contents. "Where did you say Norris has gone?"

             
"I didn't say. If it's any satisfaction to you, he has dashed out on what is probably another fruitless trip."

             
"What do you mean by 'another'?"

             
"Yesterday, while you were absent," explained Rausch, "the boys picked up no less than eight alleged McDonalds. It would have been a topnotch performance if any one of them had turned out to be McDonald; but none were. Half an hour ago Norris rushed away for a look at number nine."

             
"How's he checking?"

             
"Easily enough.
He has mug-shots, prints and so forth. He's got sufficient to pin down the right one beyond all shadow of doubt. We've not yet laid hands on the right one."

             
"I'd give much to know how he's keeping out of reach," Harper
observed
. "Anything else happened that I ought to know about?"

             
"Your police friend Riley called in the
afternoon,
became nosy about where you'd gone.
"

             
"
Did you tell him?"

             
"How could we? We didn't know ourselves. And even if we'd possessed the information, we wouldn't have given it. He is not entitled to be told."

             
"Did he state the purpose of his visit?"

             
"No. I got the impression that it was just a casual drop-in for
a gab
. He said he'd call again today. He fooled
around,
trying to make your secretary, then went."

             
Harper dropped the letter he was holding, eyed Rausch sharply. "Say that again, the bit about my secretary."

             
"Riley horsed about with her a bit,
then
departed."

             
"Never!
Never in a month of Sundays! He wouldn't make a pass at Moira if she begged him. That's why I kid him about
it. He's so solidly married that it's boring."

             
"He did," asserted Rausch. "Maybe the solidity is becoming slightly undermined."

             
Harper relaxed, said, "You've made a point there. Moira is due to arrive in about ten minutes.
I'll
ask her about this."

             
"I don't see the need. Not unless you've a hen on her love-life."

             
"The bond between us is firmly based upon a mutual affection for hard cash," Harper informed him.
"That and no more."

             
"Have it your own way," said Rausch, shrugging. He mooched into the workshop, amused himself watching micromanipulators being assembled,
came
back when Moira appeared.

             
Waiting until she had settled herself behind her typewriter, Harper asked, "What is this about you and Riley?"

             
She was taken aback. "I don't understand, Mr. Harper."

             
"I'm told the lumbering elephant made a play for you."

             
"Oh, no, not really."
She gained a slight flush. "He only joshed me a bit; I knew he meant nothing by it."

             
"But he's never done that before, has he?"

             
"No, Mr. Harper. I think he was just filling in time, not finding you here."

             
Harper leaned forward, gazing at her but not picking her mind. "Did he try to date you?"

             
She was shocked and a little indignant.
"Certainly not.
He did offer me a theater ticket someone had given him. He said he wasn't able to use it and I could have it."

             
"Did you accept it?"

             
"No. It was for last night. I had a date already, and couldn't go."

             
"Was he disappointed when you refused the ticket?"

             
"Not that I noticed." Her attention shifted to the listening Rausch, then back to Harper, her features expressing bafflement. 'What is all this, anyway?"

             
"Nothing much, Lanky.
I am trying to determine whether Riley was drunk or sober yesterday afternoon. It's an interesting speculation, because never in my life have I known him to get stinko."

             
"A person doesn't have to be drunk to notice my existence," she gave back more than pointedly.

             
"That's the baby!' approved Rausch, coming in on her side
. "
You landed that one right on the button."

             
"Keep your beak out of my domestic affairs," ordered
Harper. He picked up a letter, wet his lips. "Forget it, Moira. Let's get down to business. Take this reply to the Vester Clinic. Replacement titanium-alloy needles for Model Fourteen are immediately available in sets of six. We quote you—"

             
He had finished dictating and was presiding in the workshop when Norris returned sour-faced and said, "You wouldn't think so many people could have a superficial but passable resemblance to one wanted man."

             
"Meaning they'd grabbed another dud?"

             
"Yes.
A paint salesman sufficiently like McDonald to make the pinch excusable.
Moreover, he was in a devil of a hurry, lost his temper, tried to crash a road-block. That was his undoing."

             
"Look," said Harper, "McDonald escaped, loaded with luggage, and had at least an hour's start. Do you really suppose he's still in this town?"

             
"No, I don't. I reckon the chances are a hundred to one against it. Not only have we found no trace of him, but none of the Reeds—or their car, either. I think they slipped through the cordon and are now way out in the wilds. But we're passing up no chances."

             
"All right.
Then
I'll
tell you something: if those three have escaped, they've left at least one contact here."

             
"How do you know that?" Norris demanded.

             
"Because we whizzed past one yesterday.
I tried to get the cavalcade to go after him, but they refused to stop. They had their orders and they stuck to them. It shows how blind obedience can make a hash of initiative."

             
Norris did not like that last remark, but let it go by and inquired, "Did you get any clue to his identity?"

             
"Not a one. If I had, I'd have told you last night and saved your time. He might be anybody, anybody at all. The best I can do is guess."

             
"Go ahead and do some guessing. You've made a few lucky shots so far."

             
"This is a wild one fired entirely at random," Harper told him, almost apologetically. "I can't get rid of the idea that about the safest place in the world for a hunted man is a town where every man jack is hunting for some other character. He benefits from the general distraction, see? His safety factor is increased more than somewhat by virtue of the obvious fact that you can concentrate on one thing only by ignoring other things."

             
"Go on," urged Norris, interested.

             
"So if the presence of my carcass makes this town an area of irresistible attraction to the opposition, and everyone here is chasing around in search of McDonald—"

             
"Finish it, man, finish it!"

             
"What a wonderful setup for William Gould." Harper regarded the other levelly. "Who's looking for
him?"

             
"The entire country; you know that."

             
"I'm not considering the entire country. I'm thinking only of this town. Unlike the rest of the country, it's obsessed by McDonald to such an extent that Gould could step in and baby-sit for you, and you'd pay him two dollars with thanks."

             
Rausch chipped in, "Whether that guess is on or off, the mark makes no difference. Gould is wanted as badly as McDonald. It would do no harm to distribute a local reminder of that fact."

             
"It wouldn't at that," agreed Norris. "You go out and see to it right now." Norris watched Rausch hurry out,
then
returned his attention to Harper. "Where do you dig up these notions?"

             
"The onlooker sees the most of the game. And as I told you before, I've been on the run myself, while you have not. It helps a lot when one tries to put oneself in the other fellow's shoes. That's why the first and perhaps one of the best detectives in history was an ex-convict with a long record."

             
"Eugene Francoise Vidocq." He shut up as his mental searchlight made one of its periodic circlings and found something in the surrounding ocean of emanations. He was quiet while his mind listened.

             
It was coming again.