James Chase - Miss Shumway Waves a Wand

I HADNT been in Manolos Bar five minutes, when Paul Juden, head of Central News Agency, blew in.

Well, Ill be damned! I thought and tried to duck out of sight, but he was too quick for me. He came towards me like a herd of buffalo on the last lap home.

Why, hul-lo, P.J., I said, like I was glad to see him, How are you? Sit down and rest your brains. You look as if I needed another drink.

Never mind the funny stuff, Millan, he said, waving to the waiter. Ive been hunting all over the place for you. Where the hell have you been? Ive got something for you.

He didnt have to tell me. When the boss of C.N.A. runs across a bar room floor, looking like hed swallowed the overalls in Mrs. Murphys chowder, it doesnt mean hes glad to see me, it means he wants me to work.

Youve got something for me? I repeated bitterly. Thats what they say to a dog. Then they feed him poison.

The waiter came up and Juden ordered two large whisky sours.

Now, listen, P.J., I said, when the waiter had gone away, I want a little peace. Ive stuck around the Mexican desert for six months with a string of vultures waiting to pick my bones. Ive had more cactus needles sticking in me than a porcupine has quills. Every time I blow my nose, sand flies out of my ears. Okay, Im not squawking, but I want a little relaxation and, brother, am I going to have a little relaxation.

Juden wasnt even listening. He had taken out his wallet and was fiddling with a bunch of cables. Maddoxs has a job lined up for you, Millan, he said. I had a cable this morning. It looks like a copy of Gone with the Wind.

Maddox? I sank further into my chair. You dont have to worry about him. Hes just a fallen arch in the march of time. Tell him Im sick Tell him you cant contact me. Tell him anything, but give me a break, will you?

Juden sorted out a bunch of flimsies as the waiter brought the drinks.

Well, heres a clot in your bloodstream, I said and lowered twp-thirds of the whisky sour.

Here we are, Juden said, waving the flimsies at me. It certainly looks like a swell assignment to me.

I waved them right back at him. I dont want em, I said. I want a little relaxation. Im catching a train for New Orleans to-morrow. Ive had enough of Mexico to last me a lifetime. Tell Maddox to send some other stooge out here.

Not a chance, Juden said. This is a rush job. Now, dont waste time, Millan. You know youve got to do it, so why make things difficult?

Of course, he was right. Was I getting tired of this newspaper game, or was I? Id been chasing bandit stories for six broiling months and in this country, bandits were a dime a dozen. Ever since Zapata had started the fashion, every damn Indian who could grow a six-inch moustache had turned bandit. It had taken all my time to coach them how to do the job so that I could give the great American public a story worth reading. Well, I had had enough of it. Besides, one of these amateur Dillingers had tried to shoot me. It got so I began to think some other punk would get the same idea.

But Maddox was my bread and butter. If I turned him down, hed become a piece of toast. You couldnt argue with Maddox. He had the kind of nature that made snakes cross the street when they saw him coming.

Whats the story? I said. Dont ask me to read those cables. I want the news broken gently.

Juden dug into his whisky sour. Now, theres a guy whod landed a sweet job. All he had to do was to open envelopes and pass the baby to someone else.

Okay, here it is, he said. The story is entitled A Blonde Among Bandits, or Get Up Them Stairs.

I finished my drink. You dont have to be funny, I said, firmly. All I want is the unvarnished truth. When I want to laugh, Ill tune into the Bob Hope programme.

A fella named Hamish Shumway called in to see Maddox a couple of days ago, Juden went on. Hes lost his daughter, last heard of in Mexico City. Shes vanished into thin air. Shumway thinks shes been kidnapped by bandits. Maddox wants you to find her.

Well, go on, I said. What does he want me to do?

He wants you to find her, Juden repeated patiently.

Well, all right, its a good gag. Remind me to laugh next time we meet. But, whats the assignment?

Dont start that stuff, Millan, Juden said, looking like a hunk of chilled beef. Im telling you. He wants you to find this girl.

You mean he wants me to search the whole of Mexico for one particular girl whos stupid enough to lose herself? I said slowly, hardly believing my ear.

Something like that. I dont care how you do it so long as you find her.

You dont care?

No I dont care a damn.

Oh, well, I stared at him thoughtfully. You wouldnt like to cut my throat and save a lot of time, I suppose?

Now, wait a minute. Its not as bad as that. Let me explain, Juden said hurriedly. The stuff youve been turning in recently is enough to make a dog vomit.

Can I help it if your dogs got a weak stomach?

Never mind about the dog. Maddox wants to cover your expenses, so hes thought up this stunt. Itll be a great newspaper story. Look at it this way. A poor old guy without a dime comes to the New York Reporter and asks their help. His daughters missing. He wants to know if theyll find her for him. What does the Reporter do?

Kick the old guys teeth out and toss him down the elevator shaft after taking his socks off to make mittens for Maddox, I replied promptly.

The New York Reporter says, All right, brother, well find her, Juden went on, frowning at me. They put the story on the front page with a photo of the girl. They print a photo of the old man as well, just to show theres no catch in it: Blonde Kidnapped by Mexican Bandits. 25,000 Dollars Reward. Father of Missing Girl Grief Stricken. New York Reporter Begins Nation-wide Search. Get the idea? Then you find the girl, write the story and bring the girl back to New York. Maddox has the father waiting at a civic reception and you hand the girl over to the father. The Reporter gets the credit. Its a swell idea.

So poor old Maddoxs gone nuts at last, I said, shaking my head sadly. Well, it doesnt surprise me. I always thought his rivets would shake loose in time. Hows Mrs. Maddox reacting? It must be a big shock for her. And his daughter. The nice looking one with the squint and pimples. That reminds me, has one of her best friends had a little chat with her yet?

Juden finished his drink and lit a cigar. Well, Millan, thats the job. You can be as funny as you like, but therere no two ways about it. Maddox says if you dont find her within a week youll be working for someone else or not working at all.

He said that, did he, the puff adder, I returned, sitting up. Well, you can tell him what he can do with this job. If he thinks he can threaten me, hes mistaken! Why, I could get any of the plum jobs in this game just by asking. I wouldnt even have to ask. I only have to pass a newspaper office and the publishers come running after me. Maddox! Everyone knows the kind of rat he is. Telling me that I can quit! Thats a laugh! Where would he get another guy with my brains well, how the hell do I find this girl, anyway?

It shouldnt be difficult, Juden said, grinning. Ive got a picture of her, she owns a big, dark green Cadillac, she is a magician by profession and swell looking. Her name is Myra Shumway and she was last heard of right here in this town.

Now look, P.J., I said earnestly. There must be hundreds of girls in New York whove got themselves mislaid, why not lets find one of them? I want to get back to Broadway.

Sorry, Millan, he returned. Youd better make up your mind about it. The story hit the front page this morning.

I took out my notebook wearily. Okay, I said. Lets have it. Name, Myra Shumway. What did you say she did?