you start with this baby business?â Grice gave a droll grin. âIâve seen you at work often enough, and probably know one thing about you that you donât realise yourself.â
âSeveral, probably, but which one?â
âTo get results, you need a cause,â said Grice. âYou were born three centuries too late; a suit of armour, a trusty blade and a fair ladyâs reputation would have been exactly right for you.â
âIâve a cause this time,â said Rollison, softly. âDo some things for me, Bill. Trace that motor-cycle, without letting it be known that youâre after it. Find out if Dan Rickett and his wife are hiding out anywhere, but donât pull them in. Let me know if you find either of them dead, too.â
Grice nodded, soberly.
âJust one other thing,â added Rollison, and found himself able to smile. âDo you seriously think that to exert pressure on Rickett, the Doc would threaten Rickettâs baby?â
âYes,â said Grice, abruptly, and glanced at the telephone as it rang. âThat will probably be Guildford.â He lifted the receiver. âHallo? ⦠Yes, heâs here. For you,â he added almost in the same breath, and held out the receiver.
Rollison moved towards him. âBut no one knows Iâm here.â
Grice said: âThatâs what you thought.â
Rollison took the receiver, hesitated, and said: âRichard Rollison speaking.â He had no idea whom to expect, but for some reason he found himself thinking of Esmeralda and her round, pretty face and her wicked eyes. âWhoââ
âSo itâs the ruddy Toff,â a man said in a husky voice; the kind of voice it would be difficult if not impossible to identify. âLike some advice, Toff? Go back to the great U.S.A. Or go anywhere you like, so long as you donât start interfering in London; it isnât your territory any more.â
Then he rang off.
Rollison looked at the receiver thoughtfully, replaced it with great deliberation, told Grice exactly what the man had said, and then added: âAnd he sounded as if he believed it. How I hate these automatic exchangesââ
âIâll make sure it was a local call,â Grice said, and picked up the receiver, asked the operator, and then put the receiver down and said: âIt was.â
âBill, if that was the Doc and he doesnât want me to poach, he probably knows why Iâm here,â Rollison said. âIf heâs got the Ricketts, he may have made them tell where he left the baby.â Now he stopped moving and speaking slowly, but quickened his pace towards the door. âThe Wylies live in Throgmorton Square. Ebbuttâs got a couple of men there, but it would be better to have one or two good plainclothes men keeping an eye on the place. Will you fix it? Iâm going to my flat; the Docâs boys have probably paid me a visit, hoping to find the baby there.â
He opened the door.
Grice was on his feet.
âIâll fix Throgmorton Square,â he said. âThat call wouldnât have been made if the Doc still had a man at your flat, but Iâd better send someone with you, toââ
âDonât,â urged Rollison. âIf a friend of the Doc is waiting there I donât want him to think that a Yard man will follow me like Maryâs lamb. Heâll probably want to Teach Me A Final Lesson, and Warn Me Off the East End For Ever. So weâll let him try. Look after the Wylies and that baby. As soon as Iâm through, Iâll try to get a bodyguard there myself.â
Grice was already at the telephone.
Rollison went downstairs much more quickly than he had come up. Two or three people greeted him, and he waved, but went on. The scarlet gleam of the Bristol streaked out of the gateway, accompanied by grins of the men on duty and the scowling drivers of three taxis and a bus who
Gina Cresse
John Creasey
C. L. Murray
Henning Mankell
Amy Asbury
Don Marquis
Nick Gifford
Elizabeth Bear
Tenille Brown
John Maddox Roberts