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Walter arrived now. He was a kind of New York lawyer who divides his time between the front page and the society section. I was just still a newspaper bum. The competition between us was over and I was hoping that now with the numbers up on the scoreboard for everyone to see, Walter might let down a little. Besides, he could afford to call off whatever it was that had set us at each other's throats from the beginning. Anyway, that's what I hoped. As I said, I knew it would be tough. Asking Walter for anything was always tough. Well, I finally swallowed what pride I had left and walked into the lobby. At the desk next to the stairway, the clerk was in a huddle with a bell bell. It's one of those clubs where you're supposed to put a call through the desk before going upstairs. I stood around waiting for a minute, then figured it might be better if Walter didn't know I was coming, so I walked past him. They didn't even say me. Well, it was Walter with a load of martinis. He should have stopped right then, turned around and walked out. It's my exit queue, but I'm up. Well, nothing can change that now. Anyway, I walked on up to the second floor and down the hall to 206. Time you got here. Well, I... Hello, Walter. Theodore. That's right. Big brother Theodore. Well, come on in. You're just in time for dinner. The boy will be up in a minute. No, no, thanks, Walter. I haven't got too much time. You mean you're turning down a free meal? Look, let's forget that stuff, shall we? We're grown up now. There's no point... Shush. Sit down. No, I won't be too long. Tell me, Ted, how are things on the paper in Buffalo? Okay, I guess. I quit yesterday. Oh, you quit? Yeah. Not fired. You quit. That's what I said. So, now you're out of a job and you figure that I'll... Wait a minute, Walter. Let me tell you all of it. There's a guy I met in the service, Dan Allenby. He's down in Florida now, Fort Lauderdale. Look, here's a letter I got for him. He's buying a paper there, a little country sheet, eight pages, twice a week. He wants me to go in with him. It's nothing big, Walter, but it's the kind of thing I've been looking for for years. We can do something down there. The place is growing. We can double the circulation in six months. Dan's got all kinds of ideas and so have I. He says it. What's the matter? What's so funny? You. I don't get it. All right. How much, Ted? Well, the price was $10,000. I'll need half of it. $5,000. That's right. Same song, 82nd verse. I'm not begging, Walter. What is it, then? I'm asking you for a loan. I'll sign a note. Well, what about it? What happened to your pride, Ted? I thought we agreed to forget all. I didn't agree with anything. Not only lost what pride you had, you haven't even got any good sense. Hey, Walter, that answers my question. It's good for a laugh, though. Big brother Theodore crawling up on his belly to... Shut up, Walter. $5,000. You thought I'd just... I said shut up. Hey, let go of me. I've had all of you I'm going to take. You hear that, Walter? I've had all... Let go of me. Okay, Walter. Okay. You've had that coming for a long time, Walter. Yeah, you're right. I was stupid thinking you'd... Well, get up. Walter, get up. I won't bother you anymore. Walter. Walter. I saw it when I turned him over. A stream of blood oozing out of his right temple where he'd hit his head on the corner of the hearth. No pulse. No breath. Walter was dead. In a spot like that, you don't think. You move. No one knew I was in New York. I was sure the clerk and the bellboy hadn't seen me cross the lobby. If I could get out without being spotted, I had a chance. I picked up the letters from Alanby. Went to the door and put my handkerchief over the knob. Turned back to give the room a last look before I left. That's when I saw it. The telephone receiver was off the hook. Remember, I looked down at it like it was a poisonous snake or something. Started to hang it up, then changed my mind. Hello? Walter? Yeah. Yeah, this is Walter. Really? Sorry, I kept you waiting so long. Wait a minute. Let's have an understanding right now. When I want a good newspaper, man, I'll call you. When I want impersonations, I'll go see the floor show at Leon and Eddie's. Why don't you call your brother and tell him I'm getting tired of holding this telephone? Who will I say is calling? No. I made that pretty clear just before you barged into his apartment. What makes you think I barged in? Just a guess. Am I warm? Not very. From this end, the dialogue sounded more like a Donnybrook than a pink tea. Well, look, let's not go into it. I'll apologize, Theodore. Walter's a class A hero. He had it coming. Now, I'll go pick him up off the floor or wherever you left him and bring him to the phone. Well, he's out of the apartment right now. Why don't you just give me your name and number? He already has it. I gave it to him a year ago in a moment of weakness. Um, tell him I'll call him back in an hour or so when he's better into the talk. Hold it, hold it a minute. Your dinner, Mr. Palmeroy. Uh, listen, Walter won't be back till late tonight. You'd better call him at his office in the morning. You got that? Yes, but he wouldn't... Mr. Palmeroy. If I'd had any sense I'd have given up right then with a bellboy pounding on the door with that girl on the phone who could send me to the chair with a word. But as I said in a spot like that, you don't think something else takes over. Your dinner, Mr. Palmeroy. I had to get my hands on that girl. I knew he'd have her number written down somewhere. But there was nothing on the telephone stand. Nothing in the doors but a couple of bridge score pads and some other junk. I wiped the knobs of the handkerchief and turned back to Walter began searching his pockets. The bellboy was racking some keys outside when I found it. A little brown leather-covered book with some names and numbers in it. I jumped toward the door, slid behind it just as it opened. Mr. Palmeroy, I knocked and I th- The minute he turned the corner I took off for the back stairway. The pack was beginning to howl up front when I left for the rear door. Still unseen, safe, except for that girl. Autolight is bringing you, Mr. Robert Taylor, in four hours to kill. Tonight's production in radio's outstanding theater of thrills, suspense. Let me try a game. Okay, Hamhawk, you're on. Something from Richard, perhaps. I was great as Richard III. Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by- Autolight resistor spark plugs? Now you're cooking, my boy, because autolight resistor spark plugs do get you started faster when it's cold. They let your engine idle smoother, run better on leaner gas mixtures, actually save you gas. The quality of mercy is not strange. And neither is the quality of autolight resistor spark plugs. 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In a half hour, the homicide men would be there with the police photographers. By nine, the story would be into the morning papers. They'd be out around midnight. Walter was front-page stuff. And that girl, who'd heard it all on the phone, she'd be able to read the headlines. And once she added it up, I was through. I had four hours to find her. Then, somehow, somewhere, I knew I had to kill her. I found a phone booth in a Fifth Avenue drugstore and took out the memo book. He'd scribbled first names and phone numbers on four or five pages. The rest of it was blank. No addresses, nothing else to go on. About a dozen of them belonged to women. So I started on number one. Anna Lee had a Murray Hill number. Is this Murray Hill 4-1-1-2-1? That's right. Is Joanne there, please? Joanne? I'm sorry, I don't know any Joanne. You must have the wrong number. Are you sure? I guess I'd better check it again. I'm sorry. I'll surely be glad to help you all. I'll pop. Is this Maxine? That's right, who's this? Didn't I talk to you a little while ago? Who? Make it Ted, would you? Oh, we're real friendly now. Well, I hope so. I see. You were cut off, Angel, and you were so snide about giving me your name, I couldn't call you back. So you went out and bought yourself a crystal ball, wouldn't you? No. No, I just called up every girl in Walter's telephone index until you answered. Because I want to see if the girl is as nice as the voice. Look, why don't you save us both a lot of trouble by telling me where I can meet you? I'd rather... I can be pretty persistent. I can be pretty stubborn. One Pomeroy is about all I can cope with at a time. I'm awfully sorry, Theodore, but I... Wait a minute, what's that music? The radio? No, it's not the radio. And please don't bother me. You're a nice boy, but I'm too busy writing out a play game. Look, you've got at least given me your last name, Maxine. Some other time. But wait. I'm sorry, pal. You forced me to do this. Maxine, wait a minute. Would you tell me if you have a party by the name of... Thomas P. Sherman at Plaza 2, 2376. That's right, Plaza 2, 2376. One moment. I looked at my watch. Nine o'clock. I could close my eyes and see that hotel room now. Jammed with the boys from the police, Pete. Crowding around the medical examiner, grabbing for the phone, shooting questions at the lieutenant in charge. Hello, sir. Yes? We have no record of a Thomas P. Sherman at Plaza 2, 2376. Oh, well, who is listed at that number? I'm sorry, sir. We do not give that information. What about the address of the number? I'm sorry, sir. We do not... Look, I've got to have it, operator. It's very urgent. One moment. No, no. No, sir. Give it. I started to get panicky then. Got a lot of wild ideas about running, grabbing the next plane for anywhere. But I thought it down. I'd been a reporter long enough to know what happens to guys who run. I had to get that girl. I had to. Yeah? You throw it upon. Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Oh, thanks, pal. I've got to get a hold of the little woman, you know. The more I explain to her now, the less I'll have to do when I do get home. Boy, there's sure going all out in that Legion parade, ain't there? Yeah, yeah. Parade? Excuse me. Yeah, sure. What's the matter? What was that you said about a parade? Legion parade coming up Fifth Avenue. Cross-town traffic is tied up for two hours. Coming by here? Yeah, the band is down the street now. Band? That's what I heard. Huh? Nothing. Thanks a lot. Crowds were lining the curbs outside. Down the avenue, somewhere around 78th Street, I could hear the band at the head of the parade marching toward us. The same band I'd heard over her telephone passing so close it almost covered her voice. She was on a low floor next to the street and the band had passed her at exactly one minute to nine. I remembered looking at my watch. I stood there and waited for the band. It was a wild idea, but I had a feeling if I figured it carefully, I could come pretty close. Then another one to make sure. It took them a minute and 20 seconds to cover a block. We hit 84th Street at 16 minutes and 20 seconds past nine. They covered exactly 13 blocks since they passed her telephone. That made it somewhere around 71st Street, on a ground floor. An apartment, maybe a residential hotel facing Central Park. I turned and started running back down Fifth Avenue. I was getting close. And there were still two hours before the morning papers hit the street. An hour and a half I checked Fifth Avenue for two blocks on either side of 71st. Going over name plates and apartment doorways. There were two Maxine's. I talked to one on the house phone. She must have been 70. And met the other one face to face. A hatchet face character who didn't appreciate being gotten out of bed by a drunk who had the wrong apartment. That left only one possibility. A residential hotel in the middle of the block. I decided I'd try calling her again. Walked past the cigar stand in the lobby to her old phone booths at the rear. It was 10 minutes to 11. Time was running out. Hello, Maxine. I'm still trying to worry you down. Because you like my voice. Right. You think I'm charming. Practically irresistible. Right. And another thing. What? I think you live in the Grayson Arms on Fifth Avenue. Wrong. I live on the other side of town. Wait now. Be honest with me, Angel. Hold it a second. She was lying. She knew what it was all about and was playing with me. The panic came back. I looked across the marble floor of the lobby toward the cigar stand. A customer was standing there. A girl that appeared behind a counter to wait on him. Then he left and another guy came in. My heart stopped. It was the distributor with a bundle of morning papers. My mind was paralyzed. It didn't sink in. Not even when I saw the girl turn away and pick up the phone. You were stringing me along about living on the other side of town. Listen, Maxine, you've got to... Hello? Yeah. Sorry. Maxine, have you got the time? Just a second. I saw the girl put down the phone. Hold her watch up toward the light. Five to eleven. When are you through work? Right now. Stay put for a minute and I'll tell you. Hello? I'll be right with you, sir. Hang on, Ted. Yes, sir. Package of those, huh? Yes, sir. 1825. Thanks. Anything else? That's up to you. Oh, now look... Wait a minute. I told you I was a persistent type. Why? You're Ted. Disappointed? Not exactly. How did you find this place? I was just calling from the booth over there. But how did you find this place? My crystal ball. You ought to get yourself a booth at the county fair. You'd make a fortune. It's only a sideline. Do you really live across town? We're just looking brownstone on 75th. But it's home. Good. Then I can walk you home. Walter won't like this. He won't mind. Okay, Theodore, I'm whipped. Let me lock up and get my things. I'll be with you in a minute. I waited while she shut things down. Threw a tweed coat over her shoulders. Put a blue felt hat with a feather in it on the back of her head. Face matched the voice. Dark hair. Wide-set blue eyes with laugh wrinkles at the corners. I wasn't thinking about that thing. I was thinking what a break it was she lived across town on the other side of Central Park. Ted. Huh? Mind if I mention something? No, go ahead. We're going the wrong way. Main path across the park's down there. Yeah, I know. I just don't want to meet any cops. The park's closed after nightfall, you know. You don't mind? No. I don't mind. At the last minute, she grabbed the paper off the pile, folded it and stuck it in her pocket without looking at it. We turned into a dark byway. She moved closer and took my arm. The paper pressed against me like a hot branding iron in my side. My heart was pounding now. There was a choking lump in my throat. I hardly dared to talk. I... I'm sorry I gave you such a bad time tonight, Ted. Forget it. I guess I thought you'd be different. More like your brother. Why are we stopping? Why did you do it? What do you mean? You can let your hair down. Walter can't hear us. Why did I do what? You mean you do this every night? Huh? Call up strange women. Tell them you've fallen in love with their voices. Oh. Let's not talk about that now. I don't get it, Ted. Look, I'll tell you later. Never mind. I just thought it was worth mentioning. I guess I was wrong. Night, Ted. I can make it the rest of the way alone. Wait. I mean it. Let go of me. Quiet, Maxina. I don't care. My lips hard against hers. I heard the cop walk by on the main path 50 feet away. Ten seconds, maybe 20, and it would be over. I'd be free. But I discovered something else. I felt a respawn. Felt her arms tighten around me. I said it before. Back in that room with Walter's body at my feet. I stopped thinking. Something else took over. Life going on nerve and instinct. But there in that black pathway in the park, I began to think again like a human being. And I knew that whatever it is that's born into a murderer wasn't in me. That lover or hater, I could no more murder this girl in cold blood than I could fly to the moon. Well, here's the 8th Avenue entrance. Yeah. Why don't you tell me, Ted, I'm just tearing you to pieces. I can see it. Okay. You've got a morning paper in your coat pocket. Take a look at it. Paper? What's that got to do with it? Here, give it to me. Page one. I knew it. Lawyer attacked in city apartment. Walter. Yeah. You ask me. Here it is. New York, January 18th. Bruised and bleeding after an attack by a mysterious visitor into his rooms at the bachelor's club early last night. Wait a minute. Go on. Walter Pomeroy, noted criminal lawyer, still refused to disclose the identity of his assailant. Dr. James Penrose, attending physician, said Pomeroy suffered a possible concussion from a severe blow on the head, but was otherwise progressing nicely and would be released from city hospital in 24 hours. The attack came at... Severe blow on the head. Yeah, he fell. Listen. Listen, Maxine. This doesn't tell it all. There's something else. Then what is it? What is the matter? Okay. So you want to know what's the matter? What's wrong with me? Okay, sit down on that bench there. Make yourself comfortable, because that's it. That's what's wrong. I wanted you to know all of it, because what you're important to me now may be more important than anything else in the world. You can check out if you want to. It's nothing a cup of coffee won't cure. Max... There's an all-night stand around the corner. I've got 20 cents. The electrical part's supposed to be as good. 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