No Orchids for Miss Blandish - James Hadley Chase (an ebook reader .txt) 📗

she hated talkers. She said one word when most people said ten, but this was an occasion she felt called for a speech.

“Listen to me,” she said, “you may be Blandish’s daughter but you mean nothing to me. You’re staying here until your old man buys you back. It depends on him how long you do stay here. While you’re here, you’re going to behave. So long as you do behave, you’ll be left alone, but if you start making trouble, you’ll have me to reckon with, I promise you. You’ll be sorry if you do cross me. Do you understand?”

Miss Blandish stared at her as if she couldn’t believe this terrifying old woman really existed.

“Do you understand?” Ma repeated.

Eddie nudged Miss Blandish.

“Yes,” she said.

“Take her up to the front room,” Ma said to Eddie. “It’s all ready for her. Lock her in and come down here. I want to talk to you.”

Eddie led Miss Blandish from the room. As they went up the stairs, he said, “The old girl wasn’t fooling, baby. She’s meaner than Slim, so watch your step.”

Miss Blandish didn’t say anything. She seemed crushed and terrified.

A few minutes later, Eddie joined Doc and Flynn in Ma’s room. Woppy had been sent downtown for news.

Eddie poured himself a shot of whiskey, then sat on the arm of a chair.

“Where’s Slim got to, Ma?”

“He’s gone to bed,” Ma said. “Never mind about him. I want to talk to you and Flynn. You heard what I said to the girl about making trouble? The same applies to you two. Neither of you nor Woppy are going to start trouble just because there’s a good-looking girl here. If I catch any of you interfering with her, you’ll be sorry. More gangs have come to grief through a woman than through the cops. I won’t have you boys fighting over her. That girl is to be left alone. Is that understood?”

Eddie grinned jeeringly.

“That go for Slim too?”

“Slim doesn’t bother with women,” Ma said, glaring at Eddie. “He’s got too much sense. If you thought more of your job and less about your cheap floozies, you would be better off. That also applies to Woppy and to you,” she looked at Flynn who moved uncomfortably. “You understand? You’re to leave the girl alone.”

“I’m not deaf,” Flynn said sulkily.

“And you, Eddie?”

“I heard you the first time, Ma.”

“Okay.” Ma reached for a cigarette and lit it. “This girl is worth a million dollars to us. She has been missing since midnight. By now Blandish will have alerted the cops and they will have alerted the Feds. We’ve got to contact Blandish and tell him to call off the Feds and get a million dollars in used bills ready for delivery. We shouldn’t have any trouble with him. He has the money and he wants his daughter back,” She looked at Eddie. “Go downtown and telephone Blandish. Tell him he’ll get instructions soon how he is to deliver the money. Warn him if he tries to double-cross us, his daughter will suffer. I don’t have to tell you what to say: make it raw and crude.”

“Sure, Ma,” Eddie said.

“Then get off.”

As Eddie rose to his feet, he asked, “What’s the split going to be, Ma? I’m the guy who spotted the girl. I ought to get more than the rest.”

“We haven’t got it yet,” Ma said curtly. “We’ll talk about it when we do get it.”

“And how about me?” Flynn put in. “I was there too.”

“Yeah?” Eddie answered. “If it hadn’t been for me you would have gone to bed.”

“Shut up!” Ma snapped. “Get off!”

Eddie hesitated, then meeting the hard little eyes, he shrugged and left the room. They heard the Buick start up and drive away.

“Now, you,” Ma said to Flynn. “Who knows we’re connected with Riley and his gang and with what happened last night?”

Flynn scratched his head.

“Well, there’s Johnny, of course. He saw what happened and he knows we took the girl, but Johnny’s okay. He’s burying the three stiffs and getting rid of their car. We’ll have to do something for him, Ma. Riley promised him a quarter share. The old fella expects us to see him right.”

“We’ll see him right,” Ma said, “Who else is there?”

Flynn thought for a moment.

“There’s the boy at the filling station. He saw Eddie talking to Riley. I guess he saw I had a gun. Maybe he even saw the girl.”

“No one else?”

“No.”

“I’m not taking any chances. Take care of the boy. He might talk. Get going.”

When Flynn had gone, Ma settled more comfortably in her chair. She was aware that Doc Williams was prowling restlessly around the room and seemed uneasy. She looked questioningly at him. Her relations with him were on a different level from those of the rest of the gang. He was a man of education and that was something she respected.

She knew some years ago, Doc Williams had been a successful surgeon. He had been married to a woman twenty years younger than himself. She had suddenly gone off with his chauffeur and he had taken to the bottle. A few months later, while drunk, he had attempted a brain operation and the patient had died. He was tried for manslaughter and drew five years. He was struck off the register. Flynn had met him in prison and had brought him to Ma when they came out. Ma had been smart enough to realize the advantage of having a brilliant surgeon and doctor attached to the gang. From then on, she didn’t have to worry about finding a doctor if any of her boys got shot. She kept Doc supplied with liquor and he looked after her boys.

“Handled right,” Ma said, “we’re in a safe position. I’m going to pass the word around that Riley snatched this girl. Sooner or later, the word will reach the cops. They’ll look for him and when they find he’s missing, they’ll be sure he snatched the girl.” She grinned, showing her large false teeth. “So long as they don’t dig them up, they’ll go on thinking they snatched the girl and we’ll be in the clear.”

Doc sat down. He lit a cigar. His movements were slow. His drink raddled face was worried.

“I don’t like kidnapping,” he said. “It’s a cruel, horrible business. I’m sorry for the girl and her father. I don’t like it.”

Ma smiled. Doc was the only member of the gang allowed to speak his mind or offer advice. Ma seldom took his advice, but she liked to listen to him. He was someone to talk to when she was lonely, and sometimes his advice was sound.

“You’re a soft old fool,” she said contemptuously. “The girl has had everything up to now. Let her suffer. Her old man’s worth millions. He can afford to suffer too. I’ve suffered: so have you. Suffering does people good.”

“Yes,” Doc said. He poured himself a stiff drink. “But she is young and beautiful. It is such a waste of a young life. You don’t intend to send her back to her father?”

“No, she isn’t going back. When the money is paid, we’ll have to get rid of her. She knows too much.”

Doc shifted uneasily.

“I don’t like it, but I suppose it’s not my business.” He emptied his glass and refilled it. “This is a big thing, Ma. I don’t like any of it.”

“You’ll like the money when you get your share,” Ma said cynically.

Doc stared at his glass.

“It’s a long time now since I got excited about money. There’s something I want to tell you. Slim behaved very oddly with the girl: very oddly indeed.”

Ma looked sharply at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I was under the impression that Slim had no use for women. You told me that, didn’t you?”

“Yes, and I’m glad of it,” Ma said. “I’ve had enough trouble with him without having that kind of trouble.”

“He’s interested in this girl,” Doc said quietly. “I’ve never seen him act the way he acted when he set eyes on her. He seemed smitten: like a kid gets smitten with a first love. I’m sorry, Ma, but I think you are going to have that kind of trouble with him now.”

Ma’s face tightened and her eyes snapped.

“You aren’t kidding, are you?”

“No. When you see them together, you’ll know I’m right. He seemed anxious for her to have the diamonds. He’s got them. Have you forgotten?”

“I haven’t forgotten,” Ma said grimly. “He’ll give them to me when I ask for them. So you really think he’s fallen for this girl?”

“I’m sure of it.”

“I’ll soon stop that,” Ma said. “I’m not having woman trouble in this house!”

“Don’t be too sure,” Doc said gravely. “Slim’s dangerous. He could turn on you. The trouble with you, Ma, is you won’t face up to the fact he isn’t normal…”

“Shut up!” Ma snarled. This was a forbidden subject. “I’m not listening to that crap. Slim’s all right I can handle him. Leave it that way.”

Doc shrugged. He took a drink. His face was beginning to flush. It took very little liquor now to make Doc drunk.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I want you to write a letter to Blandish,” Ma said, changing the subject. “Well deliver it tomorrow. Tell him to have the money ready in a white suitcase. He is to put an ad in the_ Tribune,_ to appear the day after tomorrow, offering kegs of white paint for sale. That’ll tell us the money is ready. Warn him what will happen to the girl if he tries a double cross.”

“All right, Ma,” Doc said and taking his glass, he left the room.

The old woman sat for some time, thinking. What Doc had told her, disturbed her. If Slim had fallen for this girl, then the sooner she was got rid of the better. She tried to convince herself Doc was exaggerating. Slim had always been scared of girls. She had watched him grow up. She was sure he had never had any sexual experience.

She got to her feet.

I’d better talk to him, she thought. I’ll get the necklace from him. I’ll have to be careful how I sell it. Maybe it would be safer to keep it for a while. It’ll be hotter than a stove for months.

She went upstairs to Slim’s room.

Slim was lying on his bed in his shirt and trousers. The necklace was dangling between his bony fingers. As Ma entered the room, the necklace disappeared with the same incredible speed with which he could produce his knife.

Quick as he was, Ma saw the necklace although she didn’t say so.

“What are you lying down for?” she demanded, advancing up to the bed. “You tired or something?”

Slim scowled at her. There were times when his mother bored him with her stupid questions.

“Yeah I’m tired. I didn’t want to listen to all that talk downstairs.”

“You should be thankful I can talk,” Ma said grimly. “We’re going to be rich, Slim. That girl’s worth a pile of money to us.”

Slim’s face lit up and his scowl went away.

“Where is she, Ma?”

Ma stared at him. She had never seen such an expression on his face before. She stiffened, thinking, so Doc’s right. The poor fool looks smitten. I wouldn’t have believed it.

“She’s in the front room under lock and key,” she said.

Slim rolled over on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she, Ma?” he said, simpering. “I’ve never seen any girl like her. Did you see her hair?”

“Pretty?” Ma snarled. “Why should you care?