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Cameron Docknry
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CHAPTER VIII
Synopsis: Posing as Rosa
Kirkman, Lotus Ames was
hired as a singer at Mlle. Du
val’s case. Lotus expects to
pick up information for the
FBI on dope smuggling in New
Orleans. She met Stacy Cor
bin, son of a wealthy land
owner, and Herman Balch Jac
ques, who she reported selling
dope to both Lawrence, FBI
agent, and Balch, was later
found murdered. Lawrence
sent her a note telling her to
tell Balch that she overheard
a smuggling plot. When tell
ing the story she described
Lawrence as one of the men.
As he turned to search among
the humidors, a silhouette fell
across the fogged glass of the
front door and the bell tinkled
again, but this time it seemed to
carry a warning.
The newcomer was Herman
Balch!
The clerk was still fumbling
behind the counter in his hunt
for her package. Lotus could see
only the bright shock of his red
hair. Behind her she felt the
light eyes concealed by smoked
glasses were examining her. Sud
denly Balch cleared his throat
aggressively.
“Finding a charming feminine
person like yourself in such an
extremely masculine tobacco
shop is unusual. Do you indulge
in some special brand?”
Her laugh was evasive. "I’m
just making a purchase for Chloe
—she smokes imported cheroots.
“That’s very interesting.” He
sounded disappointed.
The young man arose from his
search. His face was pale and
each freckle seemed to stand out
individually. He placed a wrap
ped box in front of her that she
was sure had been on the coun
ter when she entered. She was
about to pick it up when he ad
ded a package of cigarettes.
“Perhaps you’ll like to try
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these,” he said. “It’s a sample of
the new brand that’s finding
such favor with the ladies.”
She almost replied that she
didn’t smoke when something
urgent and appealing in his
young eyes stopped her. She
placed the unwanted packet in
her purse murmuring her many
thanks.
The traffic on Royal Street
hummed steadily, but for a long
and unpleasant moment the
small tobacco shop was as silent
and breathless as a tomb.
Lotus stared uneasily at the
red-headed young clerk. He ap
! peared to be speaking with his
i eyes. What did he want to say?
His expression was warning and
I purposeful. Suddenly she be
| came aware that the Bundist
| had been watching the transac
tion with interest. She turned to
him casually. . . .
"Will I be seeing you tonight,
Mr. Balch?”
He shot her a sharp glance of
inquiry. "How did you know my
' name?”
"Why, Paul must have men
tioned it—l certainly heard it
somewhere, is it supposed to be a
secret?”
When she reached the refuse
can, she was about to toss the
pack in when the greamlng foil
at the top of it caught her eye.
Surely it had been tampered
with!" Out of idle curiosity, she
undid the paper and examined
the contents. . . . The odor was
refreshing, though rather heav
ily perfumed. And what fat cig
arettes they were!
Or was it just that some were
| more loosely rolled than the
rest?
Her slim fingers extracted the
i largest and a little cascade of
1 loose tobacco fell to the street,
exposing a thin roll of paper in
side. Deftly she removed it and
j spread the tissue on the flat
■ back of her purse.
The message startled her:
f “Follow this out in exact de
j tail:
“Tomorrow night at the Case
j tell Balch that you overheard
r two men talking. One was a sea
s man (describe him any way you
i like) and the other possibly a de •
i tective. The detective was saying
; that the police have absolute
proof that a large quantitity of
t i dope had been shipped out of
, Rio on the 10th. The seaman is
’ to say that he secured a job
t stevedoring on the Gonzales,
which arrived a week ago in
; New Orleans.
“The following night you are
5 to say that you overheard the
> men again, and the detective
I told the seaman that the S. S.
- Gonzales is known to have
II brought in a cargo of dope and
- that they are checking upon the
) I receivers of all cargo on board.
“We want to force them to
take some definite action. Our
men will be standing by. Use
. your head, but not too much
' imagination. Luck!—L.”
I So Lawrence had kept his ap
pointment after all.
The next night she told them.
In spite of his air of stolid
equanimity, a gleam of intense
: satisfaction crept into Balch’s
cold eyes. He stared at Lotus re
' flectively. “This is indeed most
interesting, Miss Kirkman.”
“Will it be of any help to you?”
“That I cannot say, but it is
interesting. And would you mind
describing the two men you
heard talking?”
His voice was low and chal
lenging, daring her to go on with
her story. For a moment she
was chilled, as though a door
had opened somewhere, admit
ting a cold breeze from the wa
terfront. Something had made
Balch suspicious. What had hap
pened? Why didn’t he trust her?
She must do something quickly
to regain his confidence. It took
, her only a moment to make up
I her mind. . . .
1 “I can even tell you who the
seaman was,” she said confi
dently.
“You can!” In his eagerness,
he leaned forward, and his
breath, heavy with cigarettes
and brandy, sickened her. His
lids were narrowed in anticipa
tion. “Who?”
“That man called Pete. The
(one you were asking me about
I the other night. Remember?”
“Soooo.” His breath was suck
ed in so slowly that it became
an evil-sounding hiss.
“That is real news, eh, Paul?
Balch said.
“Yeth, Rotha, you have done
well tonight. He will be pleased.” j
She brought out a large com
pact and ostentatiously added to
her makeup. "Who do you mean
by he?” i
• I An irritable frown clouded the
Bundist’s face; he blew a ring of
smoke in Paul’s direction.
"Another member of our part- ■
nership,” he explained. "It is not .
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necessary for you to know since
you will never meet him.”
“What’s the matter, is he too
good for the Case Duval?”
“Perhaps—”
“Now you’ve got me curious,”
she laughed.
His eyes seemed to freeze in
their sockets. “Curiosity is one.
of the emotions we do not toler- ’
ate in our business. I should ad-'
vise you to forget it.”
She raised her eyebrows in sur- ;
prise. “Okay, okay, if that’s the
way you feel about it.”
She was alone in the house of
Gallatin Street.
Chloe Duval had driven off to
the cathedral of St. Louis in an
ancient but well preserved car
riage which she reserved for
Sundays and special holidays. It
was driven by an old Negro with
graying side burns and a gleam
| ing topper. He sat proudly on the
high box flicking his whip over
the curried backs of two fast
stepping mares while Mamselle,
with all the regality of some fa
bled queen, sat bolt upright on
the linen covered seat of the ve
hicle.
The day was long in passing,
but at last evening did arrive
and with it customers at the
case. Nervously Lotus watched
the minutes tick by on her tiny
watch. By 11 neither Paul nor
the Bundist had appeared.
Could it be possible that they
suspected something? Had Law
rence or one of his men inac -
vertently disclosed himself?
To her disgust she found that
her hands were cold and clammy
and she took several sips of the
green creme de menthe that Jo
sephus tendered her over the
bar when he discovered her pref
erence for the mild liqueur.
Fifteen minutes more ticked
by. . . •
They weren’t coming. She
knew it now as definitely as
though she had received a mes
sage to that effect. If only Law
rence were around to consult, but
there wasn’t a sign of him. She
must act on her own initiative,
or the plan would be a complete
failure.
Behind the draughty little
stage she threw a casual coat
over her shimmering sequins,
and grasping her purse, slipped
out a side entrance to Gallatin
Street
Lotus hugged her coat tighter
and hurried along the dim street.
She had half expected to see
Lawrence or his men posted out
side the case, but they must have
been well concealed, for the area
seemed deserted.
It was only one block to De
catur Street and two more to the
series of flats where the two had
their apartment. As she rounded,
the corner, she saw a light shin
ing from a window. A wrought
iron stairway led to the flat and
she ran up it, her hands pound
ing uncomfortably. The bell
echoed faintly in response to her
vigorous push.
The light gleaming from under
the door immediately went out, ■
then as her slim fingers sought;
the buzzer again, it flicked on i
and she heard soft footsteps ap- I
proaching. A small panel behind
a little grill even with her face
opened and Paul’s eyes, beady
and alarmed, stared at her.
“Rotha!” he gasped. “What do
you want?”
“Is that any way to greet a
lady?” she countered. “I have
what may be an important mes
sage for you and Mr. Balch, but
I’m not going to deliver it out
here.”
“One moment, pleeth.” He
'slammed the little grill to, she
heard a low exchange of voices,
land the large door was opened,
this time by Herman Balch. His
smile was unctuous, but he did
not seem pleased.
“Come in, come in, Miss Kirk
man. So rude of Paul to keep you
waiting outside.”
Now I know how the fly felt
entering the spider’s parlor, she
thought as she crossed the thres
hold.
Lotus entered a small cheaply
furnished room containing a
worn upholstered sofa and some
low-grade Grand Rapids tables
and chairs. A door led off to a
I small kitchenette and another
jto a bedroom where someone
was moving about noisily. Two
half-packed suitcases were lying
on the floor, their tops open.
“Those same two fellows were
in the case again tonight and I
hung around their table. I heard
the civilian tell the guy in sea
man’s clothes that they have
positive proof that the Gonzales
brought in a cargo of dope and
that they are going to check up
lon the receivers of all cargo of
any sort. They’re starting in to
morrow, he said.”
(To Be Continued)
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