“Oh, my God, Lotty,” I said, my stomach sinking. “I am so sorry. How bad is the damage?”
“Oh, it’s nothing—just the locks, and Paul is here now replacing them; it’s just the wantonness of it that makes me so angry.”
“I know,” I said remorsefully. “I’ll certainly repair whatever damage has been done. I’ll come by to get my stuff right now, and be gone.”
I hung up and decided to take my chances on a trap. It would be just as well if Smeissen knew I had gone back home—I didn’t want Lotty put in any more danger, or to suffer any more invasions. I raced up the street to her building and only gave cursory attention to potential marksmen in the street. I didn’t see anyone I knew, and no one opened fire as I dashed up the stairs.
Paul was in the doorway, screwing a dead-bolt lock into the door. His square face looked very mean. “This is pretty bad, Vic—you think Jill is in any danger?”
“Not too likely,” I said.
“Well, I think I should go up there and see.”
I grinned. “Sounds like a good idea to me. Be careful though, you hear?”
“Don’t worry.” His breathtaking smile came. “But I’m not sure whether I’m protecting her from that brother-in-law or from a gunman.”
“Well, do both.” I went on into the apartment. Lotty was at the back, trying to reattach a screen to the back door. For a woman with such skillful medical fingers she was remarkably inept. I took the hammer from her and quickly finished the job. Her thin face was set and hard, her mouth in a fine line.
“I am glad you gave the warning to Paul and had that Sergeant Mc-Whatever take us to the clinic. At the time, I was annoyed, with you and with Paul, but clearly it saved the child’s life.” Her Viennese accent was very heavy in her anger. I thought she was exaggerating about the danger to Jill but didn’t want to argue the point. I went through the apartment with her but had to agree that there really had been no damage. Not even the medical samples, some of which had great street value, had been removed.
Lotty kept up a stream of invective during the inspection which became heavily laden with German, a language I don’t speak. I gave up trying to calm her down and merely nodded and grunted agreement. Paul finally brought it to a halt by coming in to say that the front door was now secure, and did she want him to do anything else?
“No, my dear, thank you. Go out and visit Jill, and take very good care of her. We don’t want her harmed.”
Paul agreed fervently. He gave me my car keys, and told me the Chevy was over on Seminary off Irving Park Road. I’d thought about leaving him the car, but felt I’d better hang on to it: I didn’t know what the evening would bring in the way of action.
I called Larry to see if my apartment was ready for occupation. It was; he’d left the keys to the new locks with the first-floor tenants; they’d seemed a bit friendlier than Mrs. Alvarez on the second floor.
“Well, everything is all set, Lotty: I can go home. Sorry I didn’t yesterday, and sleep with the place nailed shut—it would have spared you this invasion.”
Her mouth twisted in her sardonic smile. “Ah, forget it, Vic, my anger storm has passed, blown over. Now I am feeling a little melancholy at being alone—I shall miss those two children. They are very sweet together…. I forgot to ask: Did you find Miss McGraw?”
“I forgot to tell you—I did. And I should check to see whether she is safely ensconced in her new hiding place.” I put in a call to my answering service; yes, that long-suffering outfit reported, someone had called up and left a message “yes.” They had not left a name, but said I would know what it meant. I told them they could switch my office calls to my own home number. In the activity of the last few days I’d forgotten to get a Kelly Girl to tidy my office, but at least it was boarded shut. I’d wait until tomorrow to go down there.
I tried Ralph, but there was no answer. He wasn’t at the office, either. Out for dinner? Was I jealous? “Well, Lotty, this is it. Thanks for letting me disrupt your life for a few days. You’ve made a major impression on Jill—she told me the maid up there was trying to hassle her but she ‘pretended she was Lotty’ and didn’t pay her any mind.”