I shut myself in a telephone booth, called Killeano’s private residence. They told me he was at the City Hall, and gave roe the number. I dropped in another nickel and put through a call to the City Hall.
A girl wanted to know who was calling.
“He’ll tell you if he wants you to know,” I said. “Put me through and step on it.”
There was a delay, then Killeano’s oily voice came over the wire.
“This is Cain,” I said, speaking rapidly. “Turn that Wonderly girl loose right away, or I’ll start something in this town that’ll go down in its historical records. I’m not bluffing. I’ve taken all I’m going to take from you and your small-time outfit. Now I mean business.”
“You do, eh?” Killeano snarled. “Well, so do I. Wonderly’s confessed to the Herrick killing and she’s signed a statement implicating you. How do you like that? We’ve got an open and shut case, and by God, I’m coming after you. I’ve given orders you’re to be brought in dead or alive…”
“Okay, Killeano,” I said. “From now on, it’s gloves off. I’ll get you for this. Make no mistake about it, and no one’ll stop me.”
I slammed down the receiver, joined Tim Duval, who was waiting outside in the Mercury convertible.
“She’s in jail,” I said, getting in beside him and slamming the door. “He says she’s confessed.”
He gave me an uneasy glance. “What are you going to do?” he asked, engaging gear.