then later he had his lunch, neither of which he really remembered eating. After that he went back to the Derby and sat on his bed trying to make sense out of all that had happened. Tuttle had never made the meeting with his daughter because he’d been murdered. Jackie had known nothing of the wealth in the safe until Archer had told her. Shaw didn’t believe he was guilty, but others in the law might overrule him. So maybe he had to get himself out of this predicament.
Yet when Archer looked at the problem every which way, not a single answer or viable path of investigation reasonably presented itself. And he wasn’t a shamus, anyway. Though Shaw had taught him a few things and said that Archer had good instincts, what did he really know about detecting? He found himself staring out the window of his hotel room for hours on end, his mind a muddle.
He checked his watch and wondered how Jackie had reacted to seeing her father’s body at the mortuary. Jackie might have broken down and cried, despite being estranged from her father.
As day grew into night, he finally decided to act. And that act would take the form of his going back to where all this had started. So at nine o’clock sharp, his legs took him in the direction of the Cat’s Meow. It was hopping at this hour, but he was able to wedge in at the bar.
The same string bean bartender came over to him. “What’s your poison, son?”
“Rebel Yell. Straight up.” Archer stacked three fingers one on top of the other this time.
The old man grinned. “I remember you now. You was talking to Mr. Pittleman.” He shivered. “Damn shame what happened to him.”
“Yeah,” agreed Archer.
The man poured out the Rebel and slid it across to Archer, who slipped him a buck and told him to keep the change.
“Right kind of you.”
“That night I was in here, you see anything funny?” asked Archer.
“Funny how?”
“Just funny.”
“Naw, not that I can remember.”
“You knew Hank Pittleman and Jackie Tuttle?”
“Sure, seen ’em in here many a time. Don’t really know ’em though.” The man grinned, showing multiple gaps in his teeth. “We don’t really run in the same circles of high-falutin’ society.” He cackled at his little joke. “Did you know Mr. Pittleman owned this place?”
Archer nodded, edged his hat back, lit up a Lucky Strike, and blew smoke sideways out of his mouth. He took a swallow of the Rebel and said, “You know Lucas Tuttle?” Archer wanted to see if word had gotten around about the man’s murder.
“Know of him. Never seen him in here. Apparently, he’s not much of a drinker like his daughter. But I seen him around town sometimes in that big car ’a his.”
“Ever seen him with Jackie Tuttle?”
“Not that I can say, no. Hey, why all the questions, fella?”
Archer handed him another dollar, which the man gripped and made disappear into his pocket. “I’m just trying to figure stuff out.”
“You ain’t been in town long, have you?”
Archer shook his head and continued to smoke down his Lucky Strike. “Want to know the truth? I’m an ex-con in from Carderock. On parole.”
The man’s features changed.
“What?” asked Archer, noting this.
“Now that is funny.”
“What is?”
“You being on parole.”
“Come again?”
“Made me think of that Ernestine Crabtree gal.”
“What about her?”
“She runs the parole office. Why I thought of her just now.”
“I know she does, friend. She’s my parole officer.”
“I figured that.”
“So how do you know about her?”
“I got buddies who did time and got out not too long ago. They went to her, too.”
“She’s the only game in town when it comes to parolees, but what’s funny about that?”
“The night you were in here before?” he began.
Archer looked at him through his cloud of cigarette smoke. “What about it?”
“Miss Crabtree was here, too. Sitting right over there.” The man pointed to his left, to a table against the far wall that would not really be in Archer’s sight line at the bar.
Archer looked that way and then back at the man. “She was? Are you sure? Lot of people in here. And I don’t recall seeing her.”
“No, I saw her for sure. She comes in pretty regular. Hell, she was here the night before they found poor Mr. Pittleman dead.”
“That’s right, I saw her go inside that night. Said she was meeting somebody. You know who that was?”
“Oh yeah, it was her.”
Archer stood up straight and gaped at the man. “Her? It was