You've Got It Coming
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Now the place was dark and silent.
If he hadn't been only half conscious, he would have been more on his guard, but the burning pain in his arm dulled his senses.
He set off slowly across the grass to his cabin. He reached it, and paused while he groped in his pocket for the key. He unlocked the door, pushed it open and stepped into darkness.
As he reached for the light switch, he had a sudden feeling that he was not alone in the cabin. He felt certain someone was in the room, hidden by the darkness.
Sick, cold fear gripped him. He leaned against the wall, his left hand gripping the handle of the wrench through the brown paper, sweat on his face, his breath coming in hard, short gasps.
Then he lifted his hand, still holding the wrench, and his finger touched the light switch. He turned it down.
As the light came on, his heart gave a lurch with the shock of seeing the big, thickset man sitting on the bed facing him.
For a moment Harry didn't recognize him, then, when he did, his mouth turned dry and the wrench slipped out of his hand.
“Hello, Green,” DetectiveSergeant Hammerstock said quietly. “Don't start anything. You can't get away,” and he lifted the .45 he had been holding by his side. The gun pointed at Harry.
The bathroom door opened and another plainclothes detective came out, gun in hand.
“Green?” Harry said stupidly. “My name's Griffin.”
“You're Harry Green,” Hammerstock said, getting to his feet. “Take it easy. Stay just as you are. What's the matter with your arm?”
“I hurt it,” Harry said.
Then suddenly the room lurched, and he staggered forward and went down on hands and knees, dark faintness creeping over him. He felt hands take hold of him and lift him. He felt himself laid on the bed, then he didn't care anymore. He swam off into a lonely darkness that he no longer had the will to fight against.
He had no idea how long he remained unconscious. He became aware of the hard light from the overhead lamp, and a hand gently shaking him. He opened his eyes and looked blankly up at Hammerstock, who was bending over him.
“Wake up,” Hammerstock said. “The wagon's on its way. How are you feeling?”
Harry lifted his head. There was no one except Hammerstock in the room. He found himself on the bed and looking at his arm he saw his shirt and coat sleeves had been cut off and his arm had been neatly bandaged. He felt weak and hotheaded, but the burning pain had gone.
“I’m all right,” he said. “What are you doing here?”
Hammerstock grinned.
“Getting a promotion,” he said. “If I don't get upgraded for this job I'm going to chuck my hand in and become a farmer.” He took out a pack of cigarettes. “Want to smoke?”
“No,” Harry said, feeling a cold chill of fear gripping him as he looked at Hammerstock's smug, grinning face.
“Yeah, getting a promotion,” Hammerstock repeated as he lit a cigarette. “You owe me fifty bucks, but never mind. It was worth that to me to nail you. My sister isn't the birdbrain I made her out to be. If it hadn't been for her, I wouldn't have caught you. One of the occupants of a cabin near yours called her up and told her you two were shouting at each other. She thought she had better see what it was all about. She went around to the back of your cabin because she spotted a fat guy listening outside your front window. You were yelling your head off. Then your girlfriend started sounding off. My sister heard her say she didn't care if she went to prison, and the police wouldn't put her in the death cell as they would you. My sister went back to the office and tried to get hold of me, but I was out on an assignment. By the time she did get hold of me, you two had packed up and gone. I thought you might stand investigating. I traced you here and told you the phony tale about the fifty bucks. That's a laugh. You don't know my sister. She's never made a mistake in her life. I had a specially prepared piece of paper ready for you to handle, and you handled it when you gave me the receipt for the dough. I got a fine set of your prints. I had them checked and guess what? Harry Griffin turns out to be Harry Green the boy wonder who pinched the diamonds off the Moonbeam and who is also wanted for murder.”
Harry didn't say anything. He was thinking of Glorie. She had tried so hard to make him safe. He was glad now she was dead. It was better for her not to know all her careful planning had failed.
“Then there's this,” Hammerstock went on. He produced the bloodstained car wrench which he held carefully at the extreme end between finger and thumb. “Who have you killed? Was it her?”
“No, I didn't kill her,” Harry said. “You can't pin that on me.”
Hammerstock grinned.
“We can try,” he said and got to his feet. “That sounds like the wagon. Come on; get up. You and me've got work to do.”
He went over to the cabin door and opened it. The headlights of an approaching car fell directly on him. He turned his head to look at Harry.
“Of course you killed her,” he said. “She never reached Collier City. The boys are searching the beach now. That's where you planted her, isn't it? We found the shovel in the boot of your car. There's sand on it.”
“I didn't kill her,” Harry said, getting slowly to his feet. “She was everything to me. I wouldn't kill her. I loved her.”
Hammerstock shrugged.
“From what my sister told me, you loved her like a rat loves poison.”
“I didn't kill her,” Harry repeated.
“Okay, tell that to the jury,” Hammerstock said, “but don't expect them to believe you. Come on. Let's go.”
With slow, unsteady steps, Harry crossed the room and went out to where the police car was waiting.
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