Woman in the Dark by Dashiell Hammett Read Free Book Online

you talk till you've seen Harry Klaus," she whispered rapidly. "You tell them he's your lawyer and you got to see him first. We'll send him down and he'll get you out all right." She looked up abruptly. "You didn't cop them, did you?"
    "Steal the rings?" Luise Fischer asked in surprise.
    "I didn't think so," the blonde woman said. "So you won't have to-"
    The huge man's weary voice came to them: "Come on-cut out the barbering and get into the duds."
    Fan said: "Go take a run at yourself."
    Luise Fischer carried her borrowed hat to the looking-glass and put it on; then, smoothing down the suit, looked at her reflection. The clothes did not fit her so badly as might have been expected.
    Fan said: "You look swell."
    The man outside the door said: "Come on."
    Luise Fischer turned to Fan. "Goodbye, and I-"
    The blonde woman put her arms around her. "There's nothing to say, and you'll be back here in a couple of hours. Harry'll show those saps they can't put anything like this over on you."
    The huge man said: "Come on."
    Luise Fischer joined him and they went toward the front of the flat.
    As they passed the living-room door Donny, rising from the sofa, called cheerfully: "Don't let them worry you, baby. We'll-"
    A tall man in brown put a hand over Donny's face and pushed him back on the sofa.
    Luise Fischer and the huge man went out. A police-department automobile was standing in front of the house where Brazil had left his coupй. A dozen or more adults and children were standing around it, solemnly watching the door through which she came.
    A uniformed policeman pushed some of them aside to make passageway for her and her companion and got into the car behind them. "Let her go, Tom," he called to the chauffeur, and they drove off.
    The huge man shut his eyes and groaned softly. "God, I'm schwach!"
    They rode seven blocks and halted in front of a square red brick building on a corner. The huge man helped her out of the automobile and took her between two large frosted globes into the building, and into a room where a bald fat man in uniform sat behind a high desk.
    The huge man said: "It's that Luise Fischer for Mile Valley." He took a hand from a pocket and tossed her rings on the desk. "That's the stuff, I guess."
    The bald man said: "Nice picking. Get the guy?"
    "Hospital, I guess."
    Luise Fischer turned to him: "Was he-was he badly hurt?"
    The huge man grumbled: "I don't know about it. Can't I guess?"
    The bald man called: "Luke!"
    A thin, white-mustached policeman came in.
    The fat man said: "Put her in the royal suite."
    Luise Fischer said: "I wish to see my lawyer."
    The three men looked unblinkingly at her.
    "His name is Harry Klaus," she said. "I wish to see him."
    Luke said: "Come back this way."
    She followed him down a bare corridor to the far end, where he opened a door and stood aside for her to go through. The room into which the door opened was a small one furnished with cot, table, two chairs, and some magazines. The window was large, fitted with a heavy wire grating.
    In the center of the room she turned to say again: "I wish to see my lawyer."
    The white-mustached man shut the door and she could hear him locking it.
    Two hours later he returned with a bowl of soup, some cold meat and a slice of bread on a plate, and a cup of coffee.
    She had been lying on the cot, staring at the ceiling. She rose and faced him imperiously. "I wish to see-"
    "Don't start that again," he said irritably. "We got nothing to do with you. Tell it to them Mile Valley fellows when they come for you."
    He put the food on the table and left the room. She ate everything he had brought her.
    It was late afternoon when the door opened again. "There you are," the white-mustached man said, and stood aside to let his companions enter. There were two of them, men of medium height, in dull clothes, one thick-chested and florid, the other less heavy, older.
    The thick-chested, florid one looked Luise Fischer up and down and grinned admiringly at