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The Editor of a monthly crime and detection magazine assigns to two of his staff writers, Sladen and Low, the investigation of the strange disappearance of an unknown showgirl. The disappearance was reported fourteen months earlier, but the trail is cold. The police, with nothing to work on, have lost interest. The assignment doesnt look hopeful. However, the investigators start asking questions and almost immediately things begin to happen. Witnesses are murdered, an attempt is made to do away with the investigators. The police once more open the case. The disappearance of the showgirl is found to be only a minor part of a ruthless murder plot. Safer Dead has the authentic James Hadley Chase touch, which has deservedly earned him the title of Master of the Art of Deception . It moves with the pace and power of forked lightning.

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Safer Dead

James Hadley Chase

1954

CHAPTER ONE

I

Edwin Fayette, editor of Crime Facts, sat behind his desk in his luxurious office, a cigar between his teeth and an unfriendly gleam in his eyes.

Sit down, he said, waving impatiently. What are you two guys working on?

I folded myself down in the most comfortable armchair in the room while Bernie Low sat as far from Fayette as he could and began to bite his nails.

Bernie and I had been collaborating for the past two years, writing stories for Crime Facts, a monthly magazine of crime and detection stories with the biggest circulation of any of its rivals. I did the thinking and Bernie did the writing. The arrangement suited us both. I never could work up enough energy to commit ideas to paper, and Bernie never had any ideas.

An ex-Hollywood scriptwriter, Bernie was short, plump and impressive looking. He had a dome-shaped head, a massive forehead and his heavy horn spectacles made him look brainier than he was. He had once confided to me that it was entirely due to the shape of his head that he had remained in the movie business as long as he had.

Bernie had a horror of losing his job. Whenever he was called to Fayettes office, he imagined he was going to get the gate. Saddled with an expensive, luxury-loving wife, an enormous house and a flock of debts, his life was one continual battle to keep the wolf from the door.

Right at this moment, I said, were tossing an idea around in our minds and building up atmosphere. Well have something for you in a week or so and itll knock your eye out.

Well, shelve it, Fayette said. Ive got something I want you two to work on. Will your story wait?

Oh sure, itll wait. What have you got for us?

Fayette produced a file from his desk.

I want a series of articles done on missing people, he said. Do you realize thirty or more people walk out of their homes every day in this country and disappear? Ive got Carson to dig up few of the more interesting cases, and Ive a good one here for you. I want you to get moving on it right away.

Bernie and I exchanged glances. We had been bogged down for the past week on a story idea and Fayettes suggestion was welcome.

Whats the story then? I asked.

During August of last year, a girl named Fay Benson disappeared, Fayette said. She was a song and dance artist, working at the Florian nightclub in Welden. Welden, if you dont know, is sixty miles southeast of San Francisco. This girl had been a success. The manager of the club told her he would extend her contract so she had no reason to disappear as she did. On August 17th she came as usual to the club and went to her dressing room. At nine oclock, the callboy warned her she had five minutes before her act began. He saw she was wearing her stage getup which consisted of a bra, a pair of spangled shorts, a top hat and some feathers. She said she was ready, and he left her. He was the last person to see her. When she didnt appear on the stage he was sent to fetch her, but her dressing room was empty. The clothes she had arrived in were there, and more important still, her purse containing twenty dollars was on her dressing table, but she had vanished.

The manager asked the stage door man if he had seen her, but he hadnt. The only other exit, apart from the customers exit which was through the restaurant, was in the basement. The man in charge down there hadnt seen her either. Bearing in mind she was still wearing her stage getup, no one could have failed to have seen her if she had used the delivery exit, the stage door exit or if she had gone through the restaurant to the main exit. The manager decided she must still be in the club. The building was searched but they didnt find her. The police were called in. They didnt find her either. They learned that she had got the job at the club through an agency, but the agency didnt know anything about her except she had told them she had worked at the

Swallow Club in San Francisco. When the police checked, the Swallow Club had never heard of her. She didnt appear to have any friends. She stayed at the Shad Hotel, a moderate joint near the club, and the reception clerk said she never had any visitors nor any mail. The police kept at it for a couple of weeks, then as they didnt get a lead or find her body, they dropped the case.

Fayette closed the file and looked at me. Doesnt that sound like the makings of a good story?

I thought it did, but I had learned not to show too much enthusiasm for Fayettes ideas. They had a habit of blowing up in ones face.

It sounds all right, but if the police couldnt get a lead on her, how can we?

Most people dont like talking to the police. Besides, I like this story, and Im willing to spend some money on it. People will talk if they think theyre going to get something out of it. Im sure weve got something hot here, and I want you two to get after it.

Okay, I said and held out my hand for the file. All the dope here?

Theres not much more than Ive already told you: a few names and a photograph of the girl, but thats all. Youll have start from scratch.

How about expenses? Bernie asked a shade too eagerly.

Fayette scowled at him.

Within reason, and I mean my reason and not yours. I want an account kept of every dime you part with - understand?

Bernie smiled happily. He hadnt been in the movie business for four years without learning how to pad an expense sheet.

Youll get an account okay, Mr. Fayette, he said.

I was looking at the picture of Fay Benson I had found in the file. The glossy photograph was of a girl of about twenty-four in a spangled brassiere, spangled pants and a top hat. Her lovely face, framed by fair, silky hair was to my thinking as sensational as her figure was seductive. I handed the picture to Bernie.

Take a look at this, I said.

Bernies eyes popped and he pursed his lips in an appreciative whistle.

Well, come on, lets go, he said, getting to his feet. If shes as good as she looks, shes worth finding.

II

It was growing dark as we drove into Welden in the Roadmaster Buick I had hired in San Francisco. At first sight, Welden appeared to be a compact, well laid out town, prosperous and clean, with broad streets and crowded sidewalks.

For a hick town, this doesnt look so bad, Bernie said, screwing his head around to catch a last glimpse of a tall, willowy blonde who was waiting at the traffic signals to cross the street and who had given him a long, bold stare as we passed. Anyway, the women dont appear to be repressed, and thats always a good sign.

Will you shut up? I said impatiently. Thats all you think about - women. For a married man you should be ashamed of yourself.

If you were married to Clair, youd act the same way, Bernie said. That girl drives me nuts. Shes always yelling for something. If I didnt circulate among other women now and then Id begin to imagine they were all like her.

You shouldnt have married her.

Bernie laughed bitterly.

Do you think Im that crazy? I didnt marry her; she married me.

I slowed down and pulled to the sidewalk to ask a patrolman where the Shad Hotel was. He directed me, and after about five minutes driving, we came to the hotel.

It didnt look much. It was a tall building sandwiched between a block of offices and a hardware store. Opposite was the hotel garage, and when we had parked the car, we carried our bags across the street and entered the hotel.

Potted palms, basket chairs and tarnished spittoons gave the lobby a seedy, down-at-the-heel look, and the reception clerk, a shabby, elderly man with a network of fine red veins decorating his over large nose, didnt do anything to raise the tone of the place.

What a dump, Bernie said, Ill bet there are beetles in the bedrooms.

What do you expect? Silkworms? I said and crossed over to the desk.

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