The Mike Hammer Collection Volume 1

by Spillane, Mickey; Collins, Max Allan

  My first stop after breakfast was Kalecki’s apartment. As I expected, Pat had been there before me. I asked the cop on duty at the entrance if there was any message for me and he handed over a sealed envelope. I ripped the flap open and pulled out a sheet of paper. Pat had scrawled. “Mike ... nothing here. He pulled out without bothering to pack a bag.” He signed it with a large “P.” I tore the note up and dumped the pieces in a trash basket outside the apartment house.

  It was a fine day. The sun was warm and the streets full of kids making a racket like a pack of squirrels. I drove to the corner and stopped in a cigar store where I put in a call to Charlotte’s office. She wasn’t there, but her secretary had been told to tell me that if I called, I could find her in Central Park on the Fifth Avenue side near 68th Street.

  I drove in from the cutoff on Central Park West and drove all around the place, circling toward Fifth. When I came out I parked on 67th and walked back to the park. She wasn’t on any of the benches, so I hopped the fence and cut across the grass to the inside walk. The day had brought out a million strollers, it seemed like. Private nurses in tricky rigs went by with a toddler at their heels, and more than once I got the eye.

  A peanut vendor had just finished giving me change when I saw Charlotte. She was pushing a baby carriage toward me, waving her hand frantically to catch my attention. I hurried up to her.

  “Hello, kitten,” I said. It made my mouth water to look at her. This time she had on a tight green suit. Her hair resembled a waterfall cascading over her collar. Her smile was brighter than the day.

  “Hello, Mike. I’ve been waiting for you.” She held out her hand and I took it. A firm grip, not at all like a woman’s. Without letting go I hooked her hand under my arm and fell behind the carriage. “We must look like the happiest newlyweds in the world,” she laughed.

  “Not so new,” I said, motioning toward the carriage. Her face flushed a little and she rubbed her head against mine. “How come you’re not working?” I asked her.

  “On a day like this? Besides, I don’t have an appointment until two, and a friend asked me if I would mind her child while she attended to some business.”

  “Like kids?”

  “I love them. Someday I’m going to have six of my own.”

  I whistled. “Wait up, take it easy. Maybe I won’t make that much money. Six mouths are a lot to feed.”

  “So what, I’m a working girl, and, er, is that a proposal, Mr. Hammer?”

  “Could be,” I grinned. “I haven’t been pinned down yet, but when I look at you I’m ready to be.”

  If the conversation had gone any further there’s no telling where it would have wound up. But I got back to the case again. “By the way, Charlotte, have you seen the morning papers?”

  “No, why?” She glanced at me curiously.

  “Hal Kines is dead.”

  Her jaw dropped and wrinkles of amazement appeared in her forehead. “No,” she breathed heavily. I took a tabloid out of my back pocket and showed her the headlines. I could see that she was taken aback. “Oh, Mike, that is terrible! What happened?”

  I pointed toward an empty bench. “Can we sit down a few minutes?”

  Charlotte consulted her watch and shook her head. “No,” she told me, “I have to meet Betty in a few minutes. Tell you what, walk me to the gate, then we can drive back to my office for a few drinks after I meet her. You can tell me on the way.”

  I went through the entire previous evening without omitting a detail. Charlotte listened carefully without once asking a question. Her mind was trying for the psychological aspect of it. I had to stop near the end. Betty was waiting for her. After the introduction, we had a few minutes’ chat and said good-bye to Betty, who walked off with the baby.

  We went in the other direction, following the stone wall of the fence to 67th. I don’t think we had gone more than ten feet, when a car pulled abreast of us. No time to think. I saw the ugly snout of the gun sticking out the window and landed in a heap on Charlotte. The bullet smashed against the wall waist high, throwing rock splinters in our faces. George Kalecki didn’t have time for a second shot. He threw the car into gear and went tearing down Fifth Avenue. If it had worked it would have been perfect. No other cars around to give chase. For the first time, not even a taxi.

  I picked Charlotte up and dusted her off. Her face was white and shaken, but her voice was steady enough. Two strollers came hurrying up, thinking we had fallen. Before they reached us, I got the slug from the dirt under the wall where it had dropped. It was a .45. I thanked the two who tried to help us, explaining that we had tripped, and we went on.

  Charlotte waited a moment, then said: “You’re getting close, Mike. Somebody wants you out of the way.”

  “I know it. And I know who that was—our friend, Kalecki.” I gave a short laugh. “He’s scared. It won’t be long now. That skunk is ready to break any minute. If he weren’t he wouldn’t make a play for me in broad daylight.”

  “But, Mike, please don’t laugh about it. It wasn’t that funny.”

  I stopped and put my arms around her shoulders. I could feel her trembling a little. “I’m sorry, darling. I’m used to being shot at. You might have gotten hit, too. Let me take you home, you’ll have to change your clothes. That spill didn’t do you much good.”

  Charlotte didn’t speak much riding home. She started to, but stopped. Finally I said, “What is it, Charlotte?”

  She frowned a little. “Do you think it was because of the rash promise you made to Jack after he was killed that Kalecki wants you out of the way?”

  “Maybe. That’s the best reason I know of. Why?”

  “Could it be that you know more than anyone else concerning this whole affair?”

  I thought that over a moment before I said, “I don’t think so. The police have every bit of information I have except, perhaps, the incentive and the personal insight I picked up.”

  We drove on in silence after that. It was nearly ten o’clock when we got to the apartment. We went up the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator and rang the bell. No one came to the door and Charlotte fumbled for her key. “Damn,” she said. “I forgot this is the maid’s day off.” We went inside and the bell rang again when we opened the door.

  “Make a drink while I shower, Mike.” Charlotte laid a bottle of bourbon on the coffee table and went into the kitchen for some ice and ginger ale.

  “Okay. Do you mind if I use your phone first?”

  “Not at all. Go right ahead,” she called back.

  I dialed Pat’s number and had to wait for the operator to go through a half-dozen extensions before he finally located him. “Pat?”

  “Yeah, Mike, go ahead.”

  “Get this. Kalecki didn’t take a powder, he’s still in the city.”

  “How do you know?”

  “He tried to dust me off a little while ago.” Pat listened intently as I gave him the details. When I got through, he asked:

  “Did you get the number of the car?”

  “Uh-uh. It was a late model Caddy, about a ’41. Dark blue with lots of chrome. He passed me going toward the city.”

  “Swell, Mike, I’ll put it on the air. Have you got the bullet with you?”

  “Hell, yes. And it’s a .45, too. Better get ballistics to check it. This one wasn’t a dumdum, though. Just a nice normal slug. Suppose I drive down to see you this afternoon.”

  “Do that,” Pat answered. “I’ll be here the rest of the day unless something breaks.

  “And one other thing, Mike,” he added.

  “Yeah?”

  “We checked the slugs that killed Kines and the Vickers woman.”

  “They came from the same gun? The one that...”

  “Right, Mike. The killer again.”

  “Damn,” I said.

  I hung up and took the slug from my pocket. Maybe it would match, maybe not. I was thinking of the rod Kalecki had in his luggage under his bed. And he had a permit for it too, he
said. I wished now that I had taken that gun along to compare it in a ballistics box instead of leaving it to my sense of smell and sight to determine whether or not it had been fired recently.

  I wrapped the hunk of metal in a wad of paper and stuck it in my pocket, then whipped up a pair of highballs. I called out to Charlotte to come and get it, but she yelled for me to bring it in to her.

  Maybe I should have waited a second, or knocked. I did neither. Charlotte was standing beside the bed completely naked. When I saw her beautiful body that way my blood boiled inside me and the drink shook in my hand. She was more beautiful than I imagined. So damned smooth. She was more startled than I. She made a grab for the robe on the bed and held it in front of her, but not before I saw a blush suffuse her entire body.

  She was having as hard a time getting her breath as I was. “Mike,” she said. Her voice trembled slightly when she spoke, and her eyes never left mine. I turned my back while she slipped into the robe, then turned back and handed her the drink.

  Both of us finished them in one draught. It added nothing to the fire that was running through me. I felt like reaching out and squeezing her to pieces. We put the glasses down on the dresser top. We were awfully close then. One of those moments.

  She came into my arms with a rush, burying her face in my neck. I tilted her head back and kissed her eyes. Her mouth opened for me and I kissed her, hard. I knew I was hurting her, but she didn’t pull away. She returned that kiss with her lips, her arms and her body. She was on fire too, trying desperately to get close to me through space that wasn’t there any more.

  I had my arm around her shoulders and my hands fastened in her hair, crushing her to me. Never before had I felt like this, but then, never before had I been in love. She took her mouth away from mine and lay in my arms, limp, breathing heavily, her eyes closed.

  “Mike,” she whispered, “I want you.”

  “No,” I said.

  “Yes. You must.”

  “No.”

  “But, Mike, why? Why?”

  “No, darling, it’s too beautiful to spoil. Not now. Our time will come, but it must be right.”

  I put my arm under her and carried her out of the room. If I stayed in that bedroom any longer I couldn’t have held on to my sanity. I kissed her again as she lay in my arms, then put her down outside the bathroom door and mussed her hair. “Go take your shower,” I said in her ear.

  She smiled at me through sleepy eyes and entered, then closed the door softly. I picked up the glasses, and for a brief second eyed the bed, longingly. Maybe I was a damned fool, I don’t know. I went on into the living room.

  I waited until I heard the shower running before I picked up the phone. Charlotte’s secretary answered promptly with the usual hello.

  “This is Mike Hammer again,” I said. “I’m expecting a friend and I told him to call your office, so when he does tell him where I went, will you?”

  “Oh, that won’t be necessary,” she replied. “He already has. I told him you’d be in the park. Did you miss him?”

  “No, he’ll be along,” I lied.

  So, somebody is on my tail, I told myself as I hung up. Good old George. Followed me, lost me, but figured I’d see Charlotte, very clever.

  I made another drink, then stretched out on the sofa. He must have tailed me and I never got wise. I couldn’t figure how he knew Id see Charlotte unless it was written all over me. They say love is like that. But what a way to get put on the spot. He picked the time and place nicely. If I hadn’t ducked, Kalecki would have scored a bull’s-eye. He did his shooting at point-blank range. What the hell, Kalecki knew the score. If the cops picked him up in the dragnet it would be a miracle. I’ll bet he had plenty of places he could hole up in if the time came. George was a smart apple. I wasn’t worried about the police flushing him any more. Mr. Kalecki was reserved—for me. Pat was going to be awfully sore.

  Charlotte was out and dressed in record time. Neither of us spoke about what had happened, but each knew that it was foremost in the other’s mind. She made herself a drink, then sat down beside me. “How did you know I was coming today?”

  She gave me a bright smile. “Mike, darling, I’ve been expecting you ever since I saw you. Or am I doing it wrong?”

  “Not as far as I’m concerned.”

  “But you told me that you like to do the chasing.”

  “Not with you. Time is too damned important.”

  When she settled in my arms I told her about the call to her office. She didn’t like it a bit. “You’re not trying to be very careful, Mike. If it is Kalecki, he is smart. Please, Mike, watch yourself. If anything happens to you, I’ll...”

  “You’ll what?”

  “Oh, Mike, can’t you see that I love you?”

  I stroked her golden hair and blew in her ear. “Yes, silly, I can see it. It must be sticking out all over me the same way.”

  “Yes,” she said, “it is.” We both grinned at each other. I felt like a school kid. “Now, let’s get back to business before I rush off to the office,” she went on. “You came to see me for something besides just being nice. What was it?”

  It was my turn to be amazed. “Now, how the hell did you know that?” I demanded.

  Charlotte patted my hand. “How many times do I have to remind you that I am a practicing psychiatrist? It doesn’t mean that I can read minds, but I can study people, observe their behavior and determine what lies underneath. Especially,” here she gave a coy smile, “when you really take an interest in a person.”

  “You win.” I blew a couple of smoke rings and continued. “What I want is everything you know about Hal Kines.”

  She came back to earth abruptly at the mention of his name. “That’s what I thought after you spoke about what happened. Well, you know that he was in a medical school. Pre-med to be exact. From what you said, he was there ostensibly to procure women for this vice syndicate. Isn’t that an unusual way of doing it?”

  “No. Not when you know people,” I said. “In order to have a good hold on the girls they have to break them away from their homes, then get them trapped in the mill. I imagine they have some sort of evidence concerning their activities that they hold over their heads. So what can the girls do? They’ve been betrayed, kicked out of their homes, no one to turn to, but the door is open to the old profession. At least they can eat and have a roof over their heads—and make plenty of cash. Then once they’re in they can’t get out even if they wanted to. It takes time, but it’s big business and pays off. Using a method like this, Hal could get the girl he wanted without running too much of a personal risk.”

  “I see.” She mulled over what I had said a moment, then gave me the rest. “Anyway, I gave a lecture at the school by invitation of the board and, after examining the records and work of the student body specializing in psychiatry, chose several students to study my clinical methods. Hal Kines was one of them. He was an excellent worker, knew what he was doing every minute. He was far in advance of the others.

  “At first I credited it to natural ability and a medical home background, but now I can see that it was simply the result of so much training in the field. After sixteen years of being exposed to teaching you are bound to pick up something.”

  “I guess so,” I cut in. “How about his outside contacts?”

  “He lived at an apartment hotel three blocks from me while he was here. During the time he was at school he lived in a dorm, I suppose. On weekends he would visit the clinic and stay with Mr. Kalecki. Hal never spoke much about outside matters, he was so wrapped up in his work. He was in a scrape one day and Jack Williams helped him out.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I know all about that from Hal himself. What about his personal side? Did he ever make a pass at you?”

  “No. Never attempted one. Do you think he might have been, er, after me to join his syndicate?”

  “Why, that dirty...” I stopped there when I saw her laughingly silently at me. “I doubt that. You were t
oo smart to get caught in that kind of web. I think he was with you either to have an excuse to stay in the city, or really study psychiatry to help him in his work.”

  “Did it ever occur to you that he might have been here to kill Jack?”

  That idea wasn’t a new one to me. I’d been playing with it all day. “Could have been. I thought it over. Maybe he was here because Jack had already caught on and was making him stay. Jack was soft-hearted, but not when it came to a thing like that. Not being in the department any longer, he couldn’t put the screws on him officially, but held something over his head to make him stay.”

  “Then who killed Jack—Hal?”