Black Widow Page #8

was her in the joint.

What about this girl that she lived with

before she moved in with the Amberlys?

That wasn't any girl she lived with.

That was a fella.

I forgot about him.

- Are you sure about that?

- I'm positive.

I took her paycheck there once,

and it was his place.

- He answered the door.

- Can you remember that address?

Matter of fact, I can.

Ninety-nine West Ninth.

Three nines in a row.

You don't know

his name though?

No, I can't remember that. Just that he was

gray-haired and quite a good-looking guy.

Mm-hmm.

Well, that's something worth shooting at

anyway. Thank you very much, Anne.

- Cops after you for it?

- I guess so, by now.

Well, don't worry.

I never saw you.

No, don't do that.

Don't get yourself mixed up in this.

If they ask you, you just tell

'em exactly what you've told me.

Okay then, if that's

the way you want it.

May I come in?

Certainly, Peter.

- You've come about Nanny I suppose.

- You bet I have.

And I think you ought to know that

the police are coming down here too.

That fellow Bruce, that detective-

he talked to Sylvia on the coast.

She told him

that I was Nanny's uncle.

- You're Nanny's uncle?

- She's my sister's child.

Then why didn't you

say so before?

- Well, I assumed that you knew that anyway.

- Well, I didn't.

So what else

you been holding back?

I don't know how you want me

to answer that, Peter.

You knew she had a lover,

didn't you?

- Yes, I knew it.

- You know who he was?

- Yes.

- Well, who?

I'm not gonna argue with you

about this, Gordon.

Now, if she had a lover, that's the man

that killed her. And I want his name.

Now let's have it.

- Killed her?

- That's right, killed her. She was murdered.

Now is that clear to you?

Oh, good heavens.

Oh, no, Peter.

Oh, it can't be.

Who was he?

- Oh, please, Peter.

- Who was he? Tell me.

Well, she told me it was you.

Gordon, you're lying to me.

That's what she said.

I swear it.

When did she say that?

- The day- The day before she died.

- What else did she say?

She told me everything.

She told me the whole story.

All right, then suppose

you tell it to me.

Well, I knew that she'd been

bringing somebody here when I was out.

She still had a key to the place.

But I had no idea who it was...

until that day she came here

crying and half out of her mind.

And then she told me

the whole story.

And she actually

said me by name?

Yes.

Uh, not at first, but, uh-

Who did she say at first?

Well, I meant she didn't

say any names first.

She was pretty hysterical,

you understand.

And even when she went on

about this man...

and about his being married

to a famous wife and all...

and what a fight she'd probably

make against a divorce-

Even then it wasn't

until she said Iris...

that I realized you were

the one she was talking about.

And then when I heard

she was dead in your apartment-

Well, it was then I decided

not to say anything to anybody.

Just, uh-Just tell me

one more thing.

Whatever I can, Peter.

You say, at first, that you

didn't realize she meant me.

Who did you think

she meant at first?

Why, as a matter of fact-

- Is that them?

- I suppose so.

- How do I get out of here?

- You're not gonna run away, are you?

Is there a door

at the back of this hall?

Yes, but don't you think

that's rather foolish?

They're bound to catch you

sooner or later.

- May we come in?

- Right in here.

- Can I, uh, fix you a drink?

- No, thanks.

- We'd just like to ask you one question.

- Yes?

We'd like for you to tell us everything

you just told Mr. Denver.

Oh, darling.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

That's all right, honey.

Miss Mills just told me, but neither

of us knew where to look for you.

She tell you what they say now?

What idiocy.

You may be dumb about some things,

but you're not dumb enough...

to kill someone in your own apartment

and then leave her there.

Then all I've got to do now

is sell that to the cops.

Have you any idea yet?

Yeah. A very good idea.

- Who?

- I think it was Brian.

- Brian?

- That's who I think it was.

But Brian's such a nothing.

I don't know, of course, but...

I've been slamming around town

like a TV detective...

and that's the way it looks to me.

All I can prove though

is that I wasn't her sweetie.

How can you prove that?

Because she was talkin'

about this guy on June 2...

and I hadn't even

met her on June 2.

I never met her until the day you

left town, which was June 6, remember?

- Did Brian know her then?

- That I don't know either.

But she was already

talking about a famous wife.

And then just about

10 minutes ago...

it finally began to trickle

into this thick skull of mine...

that I'm not the only character

around town with a celebrated wife.

Well, then that's it, isn't it?

For me maybe, but not

for the police, I'm afraid.

Not yet anyway.

No, what I- I really think

I better do now is-

What?

You feel like helping me

a bit with this?

You name it, honey.

I want Lottie out of their apartment

for about an hour or so...

so I can have a little talk with Brian.

Think you can manage that?

You watch and wait and see.

Hello?

Hello. Is Lottie there, Brian?

Right here, darling.

How are you?

I'm all right. Thank you.

Will you put her on, please?

Of course, darling.

Just one moment.

Poor Lottie.

Iris, darling, where are you?

Are you doing anything

important right now?

I'll be right over.

Where are you?

Well, I'll be back at my hotel.

I'm at the Grenada.

- In 15 minutes?

- I'll be there.

I've been wanting to talk to you all day.

What's the room?

Room 411.

Oh. Come in.

Lottie just went out-

to see Iris, as a matter of fact.

I know.

I asked Iris to call her.

Oh, really?

Would you like a drink?

No, thanks. Not now.

I've just been talking to Gordon.

Gordon Ling?

He told me about you and Nanny.

Who told him?

He just put two and two together.

Is that what Iris

is gonna tell Lottie?

No, but I'd like you to tell me about it,

if you don't mind.

I'm terribly sorry, Peter.

I'm sure you are, but that's

not gonna be enough this time.

I'm being chased

for murder, remember?

I was just too scared

to say anything at all.

And it wasn't murder then,

you know, and you were already in it.

Go on.

You don't know what it means

to be married to a woman like Lottie...

but I'll tell you this.

It's pretty lonely at times.

Pretty humiliating too...

when you let yourself

think about it.

"Rich actress's kept husband,"

and all that sort of talk.

Get on with it, will you?

And so when this thing

started with Nanny...

it was a new kind

of life for me-

loved like that, and being

treated with, really, respect.

You know what I mean?

I know what you mean.

Go on.

It was really pretty wonderful,

and then...

all of a sudden I realized that this girl

was almost literally insane about me.

It was no use trying

to make her understand...

that I couldn't

get a divorce from Lottie.

Not that I wanted one,

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