THE GLASS KEY by Dashiell Hammett

“You despise me,” she said in a low hard voice. “You think I’m a whore.”

“I don’t despise you,” he said irritably, not turning to face her. “Whatever you’ve done you’ve paid for and been paid for and that goes for all of us.”

There was silence between them then until she said: “Now you and Paul will be friends again.”

He turned from the piano with a movement as if he were about to shake himself and looked at the watch on his wrist. “I’ll have to say good-by now.”

A startled light came into her eyes. “You’re not going away?”

He nodded. “I can catch the four-thirty.”

“You’re not going away for good?”

“If I can dodge being brought back for some of these trials and I don’t think that’ll be so hard.”

She held her hands out impulsively. “Take me with you.”

He blinked at her. “Do you really want to go or are you just being hysterical?” he asked. Her face was crimson by then. Before she could speak he said: “It doesn’t make any difference. I’ll take you if you want to go.” He frowned. “But all this”–he waved a hand to indicate the house– “who’ll take care of that?”

She said bitterly: “I don’t care–our creditors.”

“There’s another thing you ought to think about,” he said slowly. “Everybody’s going to say you deserted your father as soon as he got in trouble.”

“I am deserting him,” she said, “and I want people to say that. I don’t care what they say–if you’ll take me away.” She sobbed. “If–I wouldn’t if only he hadn’t gone away and left him lying there alone in that dark street.”

Ned Beaumont said brusquely: “Never mind that now. If you’re going get packed. Only what you can get in a couple of bags. We can send for the other stuff later, maybe.”

She uttered a high-pitched unnatural laugh and ran out of the room. He lit a cigar, sat down at the piano, and played softly until she returned. She had put on a black hat and black coat and was carrying two traveling-bags.

3

They rode in a taxicab to his rooms. For most of the ride they were silent. Once she said suddenly: “In that dream–I didn’t tell you–the key was glass and shattered in our hands just as we got the door open, because the lock was stiff and we had to force it.”

He looked sidewise at her and asked: “Well?”

She shivered. “We couldn’t lock the snakes in and they came out all over us and I woke up screaming.”

“That was only a dream,” he said. “Forget it.” He smiled without merriment. “You threw my trout back–in the dream.”

The taxicab stopped in front of his house. They went up to his rooms. She offered to help him pack, but he said: “No, I can do it. Sit down and rest. We’ve got an hour before the train leaves.”

She sat in one of the red chairs. “Where are you–we going?” she asked timidly.

“New York, first anyhow.”

He had one bag packed when the door-bell rang. “You’d better go into the bedroom,” he told her and carried her bags in there. He shut the connecting door when he came out.

He went to the outer door and opened it.

Paul Madvig said: “I came to tell you you were right and I know it now.”

“You didn’t come last night.”

“No, I didn’t know it then. I got home right after you left.”

Ned Beaumont nodded. “Come in,” he said, stepping out of the doorway.

Madvig went into the living-room. He looked immediately at the bags, but let his glance roam around the room for a while before asking: “Going away?”

“Yes.”

Madvig sat in the chair Janet Henry had occupied. His age showed in his face and he sat down wearily.

“How’s Opal?” Ned Beaumont asked.

“She’s all right, poor kid. She’ll be all right now.”

“You did it to her.”

“I know, Ned. Jesus, I know it!” Madvig stretched his legs out and looked at his shoes. “I hope you don’t think I’m feeling proud of myself.” After a pause Madvig added: “I think–I know Opal’d like to see you before you go.”

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