groceries in one corner of the room, also a large desert-type water bag. Blankets were spread out in another corner. Well back from the door, a can of beans was warming over a Sterno stove. A man stood over it, looking impatiently down at the food.
Mitch knew who he was, even without the sunglasses and cap. He also knew who he was not âfor this man was bald and well under six feet tall.
Mitch kicked open the door and went in. The guy let out a startled âGah!â as he flung himself forward, swinging.
He shouldnât have done it, of course. Mitch was sore enough at him, as it was. A full uppercut, and the guy soared toward the roof. He came down, horizontal, landing amidst the groceries.
Mitch snatched him to his feet and slapped him back into consciousness. âAll right. Letâs have the story. All of it and straight, get me? And donât ask me what story or Iâllââ
âI w-wonâtâI mean, Iâll tell you!â the man babbled frantically.
âWeâtied into Lonsdale at a motor court. Figured he was carrying heavy, so Babe pulled the tears for a ride. We was just going to hold him up, you know. Honest to Gawd, thatâs all! Butâbutââ
âBut he put up a fight and you had to bump him.â
â Naw! No!â the man protested. âHe dropped dead on us! I swear he did! Iâd just pulled a knife on himâhadnât touched him at allâwhen he keeled over! Went out like a light. I guess maybe he must have had a bad ticker or something, but anyway â¦â
Mitch nodded judiciously. The Pig had indicated that Lonsdale was in bad health. âSo okay. Keep singing.â
âW-well, he didnât have hardly any dough in cash like we thought he would. Just that mess of checks. But weâd pumped him for a lot of info, and we figured if we could find the right kind of chumpâexcuse me, MisterâI mean, a guy that could pass for Lonsdaleââ
âSo you did a little riding up and down the highway until you found him. And you just damned near got him killed!â
He gave the guy an irritated shake. The man whimpered apologetically. âWe didnât mean to, Mister. We really figured we was doing you a favor. Giving you a chance to make a piece of change.â
âIâll bet. But skip it. Whereâs Babe?â
âAt the hotel.â
âNuts!â Mitch slapped him. âYou were going to hole up here until the heat was off! Now, where the hell is she?â
The man began to babble again. Babe hadnât known how soon she could scram. Thereâd been no set time for joining him here. She had to be at the hotel. If she wasnât, he didnât know where she was.
âMaybe run out on me,â he added bitterly. âNever could trust her around the corner. I donât see how she could get away, butââ
Mitch jerked a fist swiftly upward.
When the guy came to, he was naked and the room had been stripped of its food, water, and other supplies. His clothes and everything else were bundled into one of the blankets, which Mitch was just lugging out the door.
âWait!â The man looked at him, fearfully. âWhat are you going to do?â
âThe question,â said Mitch, âis what are you going to do.â
He departed. A mile or so back up the road, he threw the stuff into the ditch. He arrived at the hotel, parked, and indulged in some very deep thinking.
Babe had to be inside the joint. This money-hungry outfit was hiding her for a price. But exactly where she might beâin which of its numerous rooms, the countless nooks and crannies, cellars and sub-cellars that a place like this hadâthere was no way of telling. Or finding out. The employees would know nothing. Theyâd simply hide themselves if they saw him coming. And naturally he couldnât search the place from top to bottom. It would take too long. Delivery