Cool & Lam 15 - Beware the Curves

said.
    “Now, you went down to the newspaper in Citrus Grove and started messing around looking up dope on the Endicott murder, didn’t you?”
    “No.”
    “Don’t lie to me, because we have the information that—”
    I said, “If you get your information straight, you’ll find that I was looking up Endicott’s marriage.”
    The men exchanged glances.
    “Get the newspaper on the phone,” I told them. “I’ll pay for the call. You’ll find out that I didn’t show the faintest interest in the murder at that time. I was looking up the marriage.”
    The sheriff waved the matter to one side. “All right. No need to put through the telephone call. We’ll take your word for it. You were looking up the marriage. Why were you looking up the marriage?”
    “Because I already had everything on the murder .“
    “You admit that?”
    “Sure, I admit it.”
    “You’d been looking up the murder?”
    “Of course, I’d been looking up the murder.”
    “Well, now that’s a lot better. That’s just a hell of a lot better. Now why were you looking up the murder? What’s it to you? What do you know about the case?”
    “I know everything that the police have given the newspapers about the case,” I said. “The death of this fellow Nickerson gives it a swell angle. I’m looking up a whole series of unsolved murder cases in the South-West. I’m going to write a regional book. I don’t know whether to call it ‘Southern California Murders,’ or what to call it.”
    “Don’t expect us to fall for a line like that,” the sheriff said.
    “Why not? There’s money in that stuff. You can sell it to some of the magazines that specialize in true crime stories, and then you can bring it out in book form.
    “In case you folks are interested, I put in a lot of time yesterday and a lot of time today investigating the William Desmond Taylor murder. Now there’s a story !“
    “Yeah, it’s been written up about seventeen thousand times,” the Orange County sheriff said.
    “Not the way I’m going to write it.”
    “What’s the way you’re going to write it?”
    “I’m not going to blab that around and have some other writer beat me to it.”
    “What writing have you ever done?”
    “None.”
    “Don’t make me laugh,” the local sheriff said.
    “A man has to begin sometime.”
    The Orange County sheriff took over. “Yeah, you start in spending a lot of money for traveling expenses. You want to begin at the top,” he said sarcastically. “Well,” I said, “ you began at the top.”
    “What do you mean by that crack?”
    “You had quite a story about the Endicott murder in one of the true crime magazines. Had you ever done any writing before?”
    “I didn’t write it,” he said. “That was ghosted. They used my name.”
    “Well,” I told him, “I think I’ve got a talent for writing, and, because of my position as a private detective, I think I can get the inside track on some of these stories and get some red-hot stuff.”
    I grabbed up my brief case and said, “Here, take a look. I have no objection to showing you the notes I have on the William Desmond Taylor case. I’m not going to tell you my angle of approach on that case, how I’m going to treat it, but you can take a look at the notes.”
    They took a good, long look at the notes. They went through every notebook in the brief case. They exchanged glances. They were puzzled and angry.
    “Why did you come to Susanville?” the deputy asked me.
    “To check on Nickerson .“
    “Why?”
    “Because if Nickerson is dead, you’re never going to find the murderer in that Endicott case.”
    “Don’t be too sure,” the Orange County sheriff said.
    I said, “Perhaps if his conscience gets to bothering him and he confesses, you’ll nab him. Otherwise you don’t stand a chance.”
    “Why did you want to see the body?” the Susanville sheriff asked.
    “I wanted to see if I could get an exclusive photograph of the body in the coffin.”
    “Well, you can’t.”
    “All right. I want to get some photographs of the accident, where he sustained fatal injuries. I want to do some research work.”
    The sheriff shook his head.
    “Why not?”
    “Because we don’t want you to.”
    “Why don’t you want me to?”
    The Orange County sheriff said, “Because we’re baiting—because we don’t want you messing around and interfering with some work were doing.”
    The resident deputy said hastily, “We’re still working on the