I couldn’t think for my sudden anger. Hurriedly, I read through the front pages of the Santa Barbara paper. There was nothing new, they copied the _Times_ almost verbatim.
Dudley Smith, the fat-mouthed glory-monger, was pulling out all the stops in his monomania. I was covered, but he was out to hang fresh victims on the head of a one-time murderer.
I ran back to the hotel, bursting through the foyer and taking the stairs three at a time. The door to our room was open, and Lorna was sitting in an armchair, smoking contentedly and reading a Santa Barbara tourist brochure.
I flung the newspapers at her lap. “Read these, Lorna,” I said.
She did, after giving me a long, concerned look. I watched her read. When she finished, she said, “It’s nothing I didn’t expect.”
“What do you mean?”
“I knew Smith would milk it for all it was worth.”
“You don’t know him, Lor. Not like I do. He’ll try to pin everything from the Johnstown flood to World War II on Engels. He’s out of his goddamned mind!” –
Lorna smiled and took my hands. “Freddy, did Eddie Engels kill Margaret Cadwallader?”
“Yes, but–”
“Be still. Then he’s in custody where he belongs. And you put him there, not Dudley Smith. If you’re worried about Smith starting some insane, far-flung investigation that would involve you, forget about it. The D.A. would never authorize it.”
I calmed down, slightly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. He would never spend the money. He believes in letting sleeping dogs lie. You think Engels is innocent of those other killings?”
“Yes. He killed Cadwallader, and that’s it.”
Lorna took my face in her hands and kissed it several times, softly. “You are beginning to care about justice, darling,” she said, “and it’s a wonderful thing to see.”
“I’m not sure of that.”
“I am. Did you read the story on the twelfth page of the Times?”
“No.”
“Good. Then I’ll read it to you.” Lorna put out her cigarette and cleared her throat. “The title is ‘Hailing a True-Life Hero,’ and the subtitle is ‘Policeman Is a One-Man Crimestopper Wave!’ Here we go: ‘Detective Frederick U. Underhill, twenty-seven, is the youngest officer to achieve that rank in the history of the Los Angeles Police Department. He is not your average cop. He is a 1946 graduate of Loyola College who didn’t want to be a college man. He fought tenaciously to enter the service during World War II, petitioning the draft board several times to let him enlist, despite his punctured eardrum. He was refused, and made the most of his college years, graduating magna cum laude with a degree in history. Detective Underhill is an orphan, and possessed the highest grade point average ever achieved at the St. Brendan’s Home for Children. Monsignor John Kelly, principal of St. Brendan’s High School, where Underhill attended, said, “Fred’s recent successes as a police officer don’t surprise me at all. He was a hard-working, devout boy who I knew was destined for great things.”
“‘But what things! Underhill has said, “I have never wanted to be anything but a cop. It’s the only life I have ever considered.”
“‘And we, the citizens of Los Angeles, are the lucky benefactors of Fred Underhill’s boyhood decision to seek the selfless life of a police officer. Item: while working as a patrolman in the Wilshire Division, Fred Underhill had more felony arrests to his credit than any officer at the station. Item: Fred Underhill had one of the highest academic averages ever to come out of the Police Academy. Item: Captain William Beckworth, Underhill’s former watch commander at Wilshire, called him, “The greatest natural policeman I have ever encountered.” Heady praise indeed, but backed up by fact: in February of this year, Officer Fred Underhill shot and killed the two armed robbers who had just robbed a market. His partner died in the shootout. Now the cracking of the baffling Margaret Cadwallader case, both within one year.
“‘The Korean War rages on. Overseas we are at a standstill with the communist enemy. On the home front, the war against crime wages on. It is a war that will regrettably always be with us. Thank God men like Detective Fred Underhill will always be with us.'”