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Money in the bank had always been a persuasive factor in Bertha Cools life and Lamont Hawley represented a lot of it. He also represented an insurance company that smelled a rat about a traffic-accident claim. The trouble was the claimant had drifted away a beautiful blonde who had been co-operative and level-headed. In fact, too level-headed... she sounded almost professional. Donald Lam didnt like it. Why should a large insurance company need an outside investigator? But Berthas eyes see $$$ so Donald gets cracking, and within no time he is the prime suspect. For what on earth is a body doing in the trunk of Donalds car?

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A. A. Fair

Shills Cant Cash Chips

Chapter One

I walked across the reception room of COOL & LAM, INVESTIGATORS, opened the door of my private office. Elsie Brand, my secretary, looked up with an expression I had come to know.

What is it, Elsie? I asked. Good or bad?

What?

What you wanted to tell me.

How did you know I had something to tell you?

The expression on your face.

Dont I have any secrets from you? she asked.

I smiled at her. She became flustered and said, If you had time, Donald, to step down the hall with me, I... I wanted to show you something.

I have the time, I said. Lets go.

We left my office, walked across the reception room, down the hall, and Elsie led the way to the storage closets, took a key, unlocked the door of closet number eight and switched on the light.

These storage closets were in a dead windowless space in the building, and our closet had been used as a catchall for old junk that should have been thrown away. Now it had been neatly segregated into shelves, and the shelves were lined with scrapbooks.

What the heck! I said.

Elsie was looking at me, her eyes filled with pride. Ive been wanting to surprise you, she said.

Youve surprised me. Now tell me about it.

Well, she said, youve been having me cut out all of those crime clippings and its been a job trying to find some way of filing them.

I didnt want you to file them, I said, just to keep them handy so I could put my hand on the more recent ones.

Well, she said, you can always find anything you want now. For instance, heres Volume A. That is crimes of violence. Numbers one to one hundred are murders for motives of jealousy. Numbers one hundred to two hundred are murders committed in connection with armed robberies. There are ten divisions in all.

Now Ive got a cross-index system over here of weapons. Murders with guns, murders with knives, murders with poison.

Then this next volume, Volume B, is the robbery book. Volume C is larceny. D is

Bertha Cools harsh, rasping voice behind us said, What in hell goes on here?

Elsie Brand gave a little gasp.

I turned to face my indignant partner, her eyes diamond-hard, glittering, her face dark with anger.

My reference library, I said.

What in hell do you want with a reference library?

I want to refer to it.

Bertha snorted. They told me you and Elsie were lolligagging down the hall. I wondered what you two were up to...

Bertha grabbed one of the volumes, looked through it and said to Elsie, So thats what youve been doing with all of your time!

Elsie started to say something but I moved in between her and Bertha Cool. Thats what shes been doing with her spare time, I said. And in case youve forgotten it, having the information available on outstanding, unsolved crimes has enabled us to co-operate with the police and get us out of a couple of rather tight spots.

Youre always getting in tight spots, Bertha flared. Then you squeak out by the skin of your eyeteeth and

And leave our bank account in better shape than it was when we started, I told her, getting mad. Now, if you have any complaints, go back to your office, make them in the form of a written memo and hand them to Elsie. Well file them in our complaint department, which, in case you are interested, is the wastebasket.

Now Donald, Bertha said, dont be like that.

Like what?

Youre getting mad.

Getting mad! I said. I am mad.

Now Donald, dont be difficult. I was looking for you for a particular reason and I was impatient when no one answered the phone in your office.

Well, Elsie was showing me the new filing system.

Bertha said, It looks like hell when I have a client in my office and want to bring in my partner to introduce him and cant get an answer on the telephone. No secretary, no partner, no nothing so I come to hunt you up. Heres a client sitting in the office, impatient as hell, and you folks smooching down here in the storage closet.

We werent smooching, I said.

You could have been, Bertha said, for all I knew. The way you two look at each other

Now look, I told Bertha, if you have a client whos impatiently waiting in your office, wed better go take care of him. If you want to comment about our personal relations, you can put that in the form of a memo which

All right, all right, Bertha said irritably. Come on... Elsie, you close up this damned closet. Donald, lets go talk with our client. This is the kind of work we want. This is respectable work.

Bertha turned and started waddling down the corridor, a hundred and sixty-five pounds of bulldog tenacity, hair-trigger temper, greediness and shrewd observation; an explosive combination of characteristics that were rendered somewhat less obnoxious by an underlying loyalty when the chips were down.

At that, our partnership would probably have split up long ago if it hadnt been so profitable. Money in the bank represented the most persuasive argument in Berthas life, and when it came to at showdown where the dissolution of the partnership was threatened, Bertha could always manage to control her irascible temper.

As I caught up with Bertha she said, This is an insurance company. Theyve had their eye on us for a while. Its the kind of business that theres money in, Donald, not this wild-eyed sharpshooting youve been doing.

Weve made money out of sharpshooting, I reminded her. Lots of it.

Too damned much, Bertha said. It scares me. We take too many risks. This job Hawley has for us is just the first of many.

All right, I said. Whos Hawley?

Bertha paused in front of the door to the outer office, briefing me momentarily before she turned the knob.

Lamont Hawley, she said, is head of the Claims Department of Consolidated Interinsurance. Hell tell you all about it. Now Donald, be nice to him. This is the sort of stuff we need.

Whats in it for us? I asked.

A hundred a day and expenses, with a guarantee of ten days as a minimum, and we furnish whatever operatives are required to cover the job.

How many operatives can we furnish at that price?

One, she said, her eyes boring into mine. You. And be damned certain that thats all we need!

Bertha jerked the door open and barged across the reception room and opened the door of her private office.

The man who got up as we entered was tall, spare-built, shrewd-eyed and long-featured. He was a typical detail man in the higher brackets. He could co-ordinate facts, figures and people and come up with the answers.

My partner, Donald Lam, Bertha Cool said. Donald, this is Lamont Hawley, Consolidated Interinsurance.

Hawley shook hands. His long fingers wrapped around my hand. His lip smile was a meaningless concession to the conventions. His eyes didnt smile.

Ive heard a lot about you, Mr. Lam, he said.

Good, bad or indifferent?

Good. Very good, indeed. You have created quite an impression. I had expected a... a larger man.

Dont bother to beat around the bush, Bertha Cool said, heaving her bulk into the squeaky swivel chair behind her desk. Everybody gets fooled by Donald. Hes young and little but the punk has brains.

Now, Ive told Donald what the deal is and its okay. I handle the financial end of the business. He supervises the outdoor work. You go ahead and tell Donald about the case.

Hawley kept looking me over as though a little reluctant to accept me at face value, but at length seated himself, took a filing jacket from his brief case, put the filing jacket on his knee and then didnt refer to it but rattled off the facts and figures from memory.

Carter J. Holgate, a real estate sharpshooter, he said. A money-maker with a horror of being stuck for damages in an accident, carries unlimited public liability insurance with us. On August thirteenth, was driving north in the city of Colinda, when he came to a traffic signal.

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