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Marshall, and when Marshall introduced me, he smiled, seemingly pleased to meet me. ‘Your magazine does a fine job,’ he said. ‘You report from our angle, and that’s what I like.’
    I grinned.
    ‘If we don’t keep in with the cops, we don’t eat. You want to hear what we think of you lot when we’re away from a typewriter.’
    ‘Don’t pay any attention to him,’ Marshall said. ‘He’s a great kidder. Captain, this guy has been doing our work for us. He’s turned up some new dope on the Fay Benson case.’
    Creed sat down, motioned us to chairs and looked hard at me.
    ‘My editor thought it might be an idea if we did an article on the case,’ I explained. ‘I came down here to pick up the background and was lucky to stumble on something you haven’t got in the dossier. You probably know about it by now.’
    ‘Tell me,’ Creed said, and taking a pipe from his pocket, he began to fill it from a worn pouch.
    I went over the story again.
    Neither Creed nor Marshall interrupted, and when I had finished there was a long pause. I could see Creed didn’t like being scooped.
    ‘You should have reported this to me right away,’ he said. ‘I would have grabbed Hesson before he left town.’
    ‘I hadn’t anything on Hesson nor had you,’ I said. I took the gold apple out of my pocket and rolled it across the desk towards Creed. ‘By the time I found this, he was dead.’
    Creed looked at Marshall.
    ‘What time did he die?’
    ‘Last night. He arrived at Hardy’s joint at one o’clock in the morning. He was knocked off between three and four.’
    ‘Any line on the killer?’
    Marshall shook his head.
    ‘It’s a professional job. No fingerprints. No noise. No one saw anything. At four o’clock in the morning even the bums in Hardy’s place sleep.’
    Creed picked up the miniature apple and studied it. Then he put it down and puffed smoke at it while he brooded.
    ‘Yes, it seems you’ve started something,’ he said, looking over at me. ‘Let’s go through the dossier again.’ He picked up the telephone and asked for the Benson dossier.
    ‘I’m sure Farmer was lying,’ he went on as we hung up. ‘I couldn’t see how the girl could have disappeared unless she had gone out past Farmer’s door. She had only eight minutes in which to do her disappearing act, and the stage door exit was the nearest to her room. That’s why we hammered away at Farmer, but we couldn’t move him from his story. It looks as if he and Hesson were working together.’
    A tap came on the door and a policeman brought in a thick file which he gave to Creed.
    ‘Farmer and Hesson could have kidnapped the girl and have taken her to Hesson’s room. The charm under his bed points to it,’ Creed said as he opened the file. After turning some pages he read for a moment, then said, ‘She was wearing the charm bracelet when she disappeared.’
    ‘They wouldn’t have taken her to Hesson’s room,’ I said. ‘The only way up to the room is through the shop. They couldn’t have taken her there unless the owner of the shop was in it too, and I don’t think he was. He gave me Hesson’s address. It’s my guess. Farmer and Hesson were hired to kidnap the girl. Farmer got her into his office by telling her she was wanted on the telephone. She was expecting a call. He probably hit her on the head and bundled her into a waiting car. There must have been someone beside Farmer and Hesson in this to handle the car. Both Hesson and Farmer would have to stay in their jobs to alibi each other. Maybe the bracelet fell off Fay’s wrist when Farmer knocked her out. He might have given it to Hesson or he might
    have gone to Hesson’s room later with it.’
    Marshall nodded.
    ‘Yeah, it could have happened like that.’
    ‘We’ll start a hunt for the bracelet,’ Creed said. ‘It’s pretty hopeless after fourteen months, but we’ll have a try.’
    ‘Who’s this guy in the camel hair coat?’ Marshall asked. ‘We have a good