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FOREWORD

    While I was failing at World-Saving, I was beginning to achieve my second objective: to spread out, not limit myself to pulp science fiction. THEY DO IT WITH MIRRORS was my first attempt in the crime-mystery field, and from it I learned three things: a) whodunn its are fairly easy to write and easy to sell; b) I was no threat to Raymond Chandler or Rex Stout as the genre didnÆt interest me that much; and c) Crime Does Not Payù Enough (the motto of the Mystery Writers of America).
    It may amuse you to know that this story was considered to be (in 1945) too risque; the magazine editor laundered it before publication. You are seeing the original ôdirtyö version; try to find in it anything at all that could bring a blush to the cheek of your maiden aunt.
    In late 1945 this magic mirror existed in a bar at (as I recall) the corner of Hollywood and Gower Gulch; the rest is fiction.






ôAnything you get free costs more than

worthùbut you donÆt find it out until later.ö

ùBernardo de la Paz
ù
THEY DO IT WITH MIRRORS
An Edison Hill Crime Case

    I was there to see beautiful naked women. So was everybody else. ItÆs a common failing.
    I climbed on a stool at the end of the bar in Jack JoyÆs Joint and spoke to Jack himself, who was busy setting up two old-fashioneds. ôMake it three,ö I said. ôNo, make it four and have one with me. WhatÆs the pitch, Jack? I hear you set up a peep show for the suckers.ö
    ôHi, Ed. Nope, itÆs not a peep showùitÆs Art.ö
    ôWhatÆs the difference?ö
    ôIf they hold still, itÆs Art. If they wiggle around, itÆs illegal. ThatÆs the ruling. Here.ö He handed me a program.
    It read:


THE JOY CLUB
PRESENTS
The Magic Mirror

Beautiful Models in a series of Entertaining
and Artistic Pageants
10 p.m.       ôAphroditeö    Estelle
11 p.m.    ôSacrifice to the Sunö    Estelle and Hazel
12 p.m.    ôThe High Priestessö    Hazel
1 a.m.     ôThe Altar Victimö    Estelle
2 a.m.    ôInvocation to Panö    Estelle and Hazel

(Guests are requested to refrain stomping, whistling, or otherwise disturbing the artistic serenity of the presentations)
    The last was a giggle. JackÆs place was strictly a joint. But on the other side of the program I saw a new schedule of prices which informed me that the drink in my hand was going to cost me just twice what I had figured. And the place was jammed. By suckersùincluding me.
    I was about to speak to Jack, in a kindly way, promising to keep my eyes closed during the show and then pay the old price for my drink, when I heard two sharp beeps!ùa high tension buzzer sound, like radio codeù from a spot back of the bar. Jack turned away from me, explaining, ôThatÆs the eleven oÆclock show.ö He busied himself underneath the bar.
    Being at the end of the bar I could see under the long side somewhat. He had enough electrical gear there to make a happy Christmas for a Boy Scoutùswitches, a rheostat dingus, a turntable for recordings, and a hand microphone. I leaned over and sized it up. I have a weakness for gadgets, from my old man. He named me Thomas Alva Edison Hill in hopes that I would emulate his idol. I disappointed himùI didnÆt invent the atom bomb, but I do sometimes try to repair my own typewriter.
    Jack flipped a switch and picked up the hand mike. His voice came out of the juke box: ôWe now present the Magic Mirror.ö Then the turntable picked up with Hymn to the Sun from Coq dÆOr, and he started turning the rheostat slowly.
    The lights went down in the joint and came up slowly in the Magic Mirror. The ôMirrorö was actually a sheet of glass about ten feet wide and eight high which shut off a little balcony stage. When the house lights were on bright and the stage was dark, you could not see through the glass at all; it looked like a mirror. As the house lights went out and the stage lights came on, you could see through the glass and a picture slowly built up in the ôMirror.ö
    Jack had a single bright light under the bar which lighted him and the controls and which did not go out
with the house lights. Because of my position at th end of the bar it hit me square in the eye. I had to bloci it with my hand to see the stage.
    It was something to see.
    Two girls, a blonde and a brunette. A sort of altar oi table, with the blonde sprawled across it, volupÆ. Th brunette standing at the end of the altar, grabbing th blonde by the hair with one hand while holding 2 fancy dagger upraised with the other. There was 2 backdrop in gold and dark blueùa sunburst in 2 phony Aztec or Egyptian design, but nobody was look ing at it; they were looking at the girls.

    The brunette was wearing a high show-girl heac dress, silver sandals, and a G-string in glass jewels Nothing more. No sign of a brassiere. The blonde wa~ naked as an oyster, with her downstage knee drawn uj just enough to get past sufficiently broad-minded cen sors.
    But I was not looking at the naked blonde; I wa~ looking at the brunette.
    It was not just the two fine upstanding breasts flO] the long graceful legs nor the shape of her hips an thighs; it was the overall effect. She was so beautiful i hurt. I heard somebody say, ôGreat jumping jeepers!Æ and was about to shush him when I realized it was me
    Then the lights went down and I remembered t breathe.
    I paid the clip price for my drink without a quivel and Jack assured me: ôThey are hostesses betweer shows.ö When they showed up at the stairway leadin~ down from the balcony he signalled them to come ove~ and then introduced me.
    ôHazel Dorn, Estelle dÆArcyùmeet Eddie Hill.ö
    Hazel, the brunette, said, ôHow do you do?ö but th blonde said,
    ôOh, IÆve met the Ghost before. HowÆs business Rattled any chains lately?ö
    I said, ôGood enough,ö and let it pass. I knew her al
rightùbut as Audrey Johnson, not as Estelle dÆArcy. She had been a steno at the City Hal1~when I was doing an autobiography of the Chief of Police. I had not liked her much; she had an instinct for finding a sore point and picking at it.
    I am not ashamed of being a ghost writer, nor is it a secret. You will find my name on the title page of Forty Years a Cop as well as the name of the Chiefùin small print but it is there: ôwith Edison Hill.ö
    ôHow did you like the show?ö Hazel asked, when I had ordered a round.
    ôI likedyou,ö I said, softly enough to keep it private. ôI canÆt wait for the next show to see more of you.ö
    ôYouÆll see more,ö she admitted and changed the subject. I gathered an impression that she was proud of her figure and liked to be told she was beautiful but was not entirely calloused about exhibiting it in public.
    Estelle leaned across the bar to Jack. ôJackie Boy,ö she said in sweetly reasonable tones, ôyou held the lights too long again. It doesnÆt matter to me in that pose, but you had poor old Hazel trembling like a leaf before you doused the glim.ö
    Jack set a three-minute egg timer, like a little hourglass on the bar. ôThree minutes it saysùthree minutes you did.ö
    ôI donÆt think it was more than three minutes,ö Hazel objected. ôI wasnÆt tired.ö
    ôYou were trembling, dear. I saw you. You mustnÆt tire yourselfùit makes lines. Anyhow,ö she added, ôIÆll just keep this,ö and she put the egg timer in her purse. ôWeÆll time it ourselves.ö
    ôIt was three minutes,ö Jack insisted.
    ôNever mind,ö she answered. ôFrom now on itÆll be three minutes, or mamma will have to lock Jackie in the dark closet.ö
    Jack started to answer, thought better of it, then walked away to the other end of the bar. Estelle
shrugged, then threw down the rest of her drink ~ left us. I saw her speak to Jack again, then join so customers at one of the tables.
    Hazel looked at her as she walked away. ôIÆd pad that chippieÆs pants,ö she muttered, ôif she wore an
    ôA bum beef?ö
ôNot exactly. Maybe Jack is a friend of yoursù ôJust an acquaintance.ö
    ôWell . . . IÆve had worse bossesùbut he is a bit ( jerk. Maybe he doesnÆt stretch the poses just out meannessùIÆve never timed himùbut some of th poses are too long for three minutes. Take Estel Aphrodite poseùyou saw it?ö
    æ æ IÆJo.Æ ~
    ôShe balances on the ball of one foot, no costum all, but with one leg raised enough to furnish a fig li JackÆs got a blackout switch to cover her if she bre~ but, just the same, itÆs a strain.ö
    ôTo cover himself with the cops, you mean.ö
    ôWell, yes. Jack wants us to make it just as stronl the vice squad will stand for.ö
    ôYou ought not to be in a dive like this. You ough have a movie contract.ö

    She laughed without mirth. ôEddie, did you ever to get a movie contract? IÆve tried.ö
    ôJust the sameùoh, well! But why are you sorc Estelle? What you told me doesnÆt seem to cover i
    ôSheù Skip it. She probably means well.ö
    ôYou mean she shouldnÆt have dragged you into i
    ôPartly.ö
    ôWhat else?ö
    ôOh, nothingùlook, do you think I need any wrin remover?ö I examined her quite closely, until she tually blushed a little, then assured her that she not.
    ôThanks,ö she said. ôEstelle evidently thinks SheÆs been advising me to take care of myself lat and has been bringing me little presents of bea
preparations. I thank her for them and it appears to be sheer friendliness on her part.. . but it makes me squirm.
    I nodded and changed the subject. I did not want to talk about Estelle; I wanted to talk about herùand me. I mentioned an agent I knew (my own) who could help her and that got her really interested, if not in me, at least in what I was saying.
    Presently she glanced at the clock back of the bar and squealed. ôIÆve got to peel for the customers. æBye now!ö It was five minutes to twelve. I shifted from the end of the bar to the long side, just opposite JackÆs Magic Mirror controls. I did not want that bright light of his interfering with me seeing Hazel.
    It was just about twelve straight up when Jack came up from the rear of the joint, elbowed his other barman out of the way, and took his place near the controls. ôJust about that time,ö he said to me. ôHas she rung the buzzer?ö
    ôNot a buzz.ö
    ôOkay, then.ö He cleared dirty glasses off the top of the bar while we waited, changed the platter on the turntable, and generally messed around. I kept my eyes on the mirror.
    I heard the two beeps! sharp and clear. When he did not announce the show at once, I glanced around and saw that, while he had the mike in his hand, he was staring past it at the door, and looking considerably upset.
    There were two cops just inside the door, Hannegan and Feinstein, both off the beat. I supposed he was afraid of a raid, which was silly. Pavement pounders donÆt pull raids. I knew what they were there for, even before Hannegan gave Jack a broad grin and waved him the okay signùthey had just slipped in for a free gander at the flesh under the excuse of watching the public morals.
    ôWe now present the Magic Mirror,ö said JackÆs
voice out of the juke box. Somebody climbed on ti stool beside me and slipped a hand under my arm. looked around. It was Hazel.
    ôYouÆre not here; youÆre up there,ö I said foc ishly.
    ôHuh-uh. Estelle saidù IÆll tell you after the show The lights were coming up in the Mirror and the jul box was cranking out Valse Triste. The altar was in th scene, too, and Estelle was sprawled over it much she had been before. As it got lighter you could see red stain down her side and the prop dagger. Haz had told me what each of the acts were; this was ti one called ôThe Altar Victim,ö scheduled for the oi oÆclock show.
    I was disappointed not to be seeing Hazel, but I h2 to admit it was goodùgood theater, of the nasty soi sadism and sex combined. The red stuffùcatsup guessedùtrickling down her bare side and the hand of the prop dagger sticking up as if she had be stabbed throughùthe customers liked it. It was a na ural follow-up to the ôSacrifice to the Sunö.
    Hazel screamed in my ear.
    Her first scream was solo. The next thing I can rec~ it seemed as if every woman in the place was screar ingùsoprano, alto, and some tenor, but most screeching soprano. Through it came the bull voice Hannegan. ôKeep your seats, folks! Somebody turn the lights!ö
    I grabbed Hazel by the shoulders and shook hc ôWhatÆs the matter? WhatÆs up?ö
    She looked dazed, then pointed at the Mirror. ôShc dead. . . sheÆs dead . . . sheÆs dead!ö she chanted. 5] scrambled down from the stool and took out for ii back of the house. I started after her. The house ligh came on abruptly, leaving the Mirror lights still oi
    We finished one, two, three, up the stairwa through a little dressing room, and onto the stage almost caught up with Hazel, and Feinstein was do on my heels.
    We stood there, jammed in the door, blinking at the flood lights, and not liking what we saw under them. She was dead all right. The dagger, which should have been faked between her arm and her breast with catsup spilled around to maintain the illusionùthis prop dagger, this slender steel blade, was three inches closer to her breastbone than it should have been. It had been stabbed straight into her heart.
    On the floor at the side of the altar away from the audience, close enough to Estelle to reach it, was the egg timer. As I looked at it the last of the sand ran out.
    I caught Hazel as she fellùshe was a big armfulù and spread her on the couch. ôEddie,ö said Feinstein, ôcall the Station for me. Tell Hannegan not to let anyone out. IÆm staying here.ö I called the station but did not have to tell Hannegan anything. He had them all seated again and was jollying them along. Jack was still standing back of the bar, shock on his face, and the bright light at the control board making him look like a deathÆs head.
    By twelve-fifteen Spade Jones, Lieutenant Jones of Homicide, showed up and from there on things slipped into a smooth routine. He knew me well, having helped me work up some of the book I did for the Chief, and he grabbed onto me at once for some of the background. By twelve-thirty he was reasonably sure that none of the customers could have done it. ôI wonÆt say one of them didnÆt do it, Eddie my boyùanybody could have done it who knew the exact second to slip upstairs, grab the knife, and slide it into her ribs. But the chances are against any of them knowing just when and how to do it.ö
    ôAnybody inside or outside,ö I corrected.
    ôSo?ö
    ôThereÆs a fire exit at the foot of the stairs.ö
    ôYou think I havenÆt noticed that?ö He turned away and gave Hannegan instructions to let anybody go who could give satisfactory identification with a local address. The others would have to go downtown to
have closer ties as material witnesses put on them 1 the night court. Perhaps some would land in the ta] for further investigation, but in any caseùclear æe out!
    The photographers were busy upstairs and so we the fingerprint boys. The Assistant Medical Examin showed up, followed by reporters. A few minutes lat after the house was cleared, Hazel came downstai and joined me. Neither of us said anything, but I p~ ted her on the back. When they carried down the b2 ket stretcher a little later, with a blanket-wrapp shape in it, I put my arm around her while she bun her eyes in my shoulders.
    Spade talked to us one at a time. Jack was not ta] ing. ôIt ainÆt smart to talk without a lawyer,ö was Spade could get out of him. I thought to myself that would be better to talk to Spade now than to sweated and maybe massaged a little under the ugh My testimony would clear him even though it wou show that there was a spat between him and Estel Spade would not frame a man. He was an honest cc as cops go. IÆve known honest cops. Two, I think.
    Spade took my story, then he took HazelÆs, a] called me back. ôEddie my boy,ö he said, ôhelp me d into this thing. As I understand it, this girl Ha; should have had the twelve oÆclock show.ö
    ôThatÆs right.ö
    He studied one of the Joy ClubÆs programs. ôHa; says she went upstairs to undress for the show abc eleven-fifty-five.ö
    ôExactly that time.ö
    ôYeah. She was with you, wasnÆt she? She says s went up and that Estelle followed her in with a sor and-dance that the boss said to swap the two shoi around.
    ôI wouldnÆt know about that.ö
    ôNaturally not. She says she beefed a little but ga in and came on downstairs, where she joined you. C( rect?ö
    ôCorrect.ö
    ôMmmm .. . By the way, your remark about the fire door might lead to something. Hazel put me onto a boy friend for Estelle. Trumpeter in that rat race across the street. He could have ducked across and stabbed her. WouldnÆt take long. Trumpet players canÆt be pushing wind all the time; theyÆd lose their lip.ö
    ôHow would he know when to do it? It was supposed to be HazelÆs show.ö
    ôMmmm.. . Well, maybe he did know. Swapping shows sounds like Estelle had made a date, and that sounds like a man. In which case heÆd know about it. One of the boys is looking into it. Now about the way these shows workedùdo you suppose you could show me how they were staged? Hannegan tried it but all he got was a shock.ö
    ôIÆll try it,ö I said, getting up. ôItÆs nothing very fancy. Did you ask Jack about HazelÆs statement that Estelle had permission from him to swap the shows?ö
    ôThatÆs the one thing he cracked on. He states flatly that he didnÆt know that the shows were swapped. He says he expected to see Hazel in the Mirror.ö
    The controls looked complicated but werenÆt. I showed Jones the rheostat and told him it enabled Jack to turn either set of lights down slowly while the other set went up. I found a bypass switch back of the rheostat which accounted for the present conditionù all lights burning brightly, house and stage. There was a blackout switch and there was a switch that cut the hand microphone and the turntable in through the juke box. Near the latter was the buzzerùa small black case with two binding postsùwhich the girls used to signal Jack. Centered on the under side of the bar was a hundred-and-fifty watt bulb hooked in on its own line separate from the rheostat. Except for the line to this light all the wires from all the equipment disappeared into a steel conduit underneath the bar. It was this light which had dazzled me during the
eleven oÆclock show. It seemed excessive; a pear bulb would have been more appropriate. Apparen Jack liked lots of light.
    I explained the controls to Spade, then gave hin dry run. First I switched the rheostat back to ôHou~ and threw off the bypass switch, leaving the roc brightly lighted and the Magic Mirror dark. ôThe tii is five minutes of twelve. Hazel leaves me to go i. stairs. I shift around to the bar stool just oppos where I am now standing. At midnight Jack comes and asks me if IÆve heard the buzzer. I say æNo.Æ I fiddles around a bit, clearing away glasses and t like. Then come two beeps on the buzzer. He picks the microphone but he doesnÆt announce the show a few secondsùheÆs just noticed Hannegan and Fe stein. Hannegan gives him the high sign and he gc ahead.ö Then I picked up the mike myself and spc into it:
    ôWe now present the Magic Mirror!ö
    I put down the mike and flipped on the turntal
switch. The same platter was on and the juke h
started playing Valse Triste. Hazel looked up at i
sharply, from where she had been resting her head
her arms a few tables away. She looked horrified, a
the reconstruction were too much for her stomacF I turned the rheostat slowly from ôHouseö
ôStage.ö The room darkened and the stage lit r ôThatÆs all there was to it,ö I said. ôHazel sat do~ beside me just as Jack announced the show. As lights came on she screamed.ö
    Spade scratched his chin. ôYou say Joy was star ing in front of you when the buzzer signal came fr upstairs?ö
    ôPositive.ö
    ôYou gave him a motiveùthe war he was havi with Estelle. But youÆve given him an alibi too.ö
    ôThatÆs right. Either Estelle punched that buz:
herself, then lay down and stabbed herself, or she æ~ murdered and the murderer punched it to cover i
then ducked out while everybody had their eyes on the Mirror. Either way I had Jack Joy in sight.ö
    ôItÆs an alibi all right,ö he conceded. ôUnless you were in cahoots with him,ö he said hopefully.
    ôProve it,ö I answered, grinning. ôNot with him. I think heÆs a jerk.ö
    ôWeÆre all jerks, more or less, Eddie my boy. LetÆs look around upstairs.ö
    I switched the bypass on, leaving both stage and house lighted, and followed him. I pointed out the buzzer to him, after searching for it myself. A conduit came up through the floor and ended in a junction box on the wall, from which cords ran to the flood lights. The button was on the junction box. I wondered why it was not on the ôaltar,ö then saw that the altar was a movable prop. Apparently the girls punched the button, then fell quickly into their poses. Spade tried the button meditatively, then wiped print powder off on his trousers. ôI canÆt hear it,ö he said.
    ôNaturally not. This stage is almost a soundproof booth.ö
    He had seen the egg timer but I had not told him until then about seeing the last of the sand run out. He pursed his lips. ôYouÆre sure?ö
    ôCall it hallucination. I think I saw it. IÆll testify to it.ö
    He sat down on the altar, avoiding the blood stain, and said nothing for quite a long time. Finally he said, ôEddie my boyùö
    ôYes?ö
    ôYouÆve not only given Jack Joy an alibi, youÆve damnÆ near made it impossible for anyone to have done it.ö
    ôI know it. Could it have been suicide?ö
    ôCould be. Could be. From the mechanics angle but not from the psychological angle. Would she have started that egg timer for her own suicide? Another thing. Take a look at that blood. Taste it.ö
    ôHuh?ö
    ôDonÆt throw up. Smell it then.ö
    I did, very gingerly. Then I smelled it again. TÆ smells. Tomato. Blood. Blood and tomato catsur thought I could detect differences in appearance well. ôYou see, son? If sheÆs going to have blood on I chest she wonÆt bother with catsup. Aside from ti and the timer itÆs a perfect, dramatic, female-style:
icicle. But it wonÆt wash. ItÆs murder, Eddie.ö Feinstein stuck his head in. ôLieutenantùö ôWhat is it?ö
    ôThat musician punk. He had a date with her right.ö
    ôOh, he did, eh?ö
    ôBut heÆs clear. The band was on the air at midnig in a number that features him in a trumpet solo.Æ
    ôDamn! Get out of here.ö
    ôThat ainÆt all. I called the Assistant Medical I aminer, like you said. The motive you suggested wo goùshe not only wasnÆt expecting; she hadnÆt eÆ been had. Virgo intacta,ö he added in passable hi school Latin.
    ôFeinstein, youÆll be wanting to be a sergeant ne~ Spade answered placidly, ôusing big words like th Get out.ö
    ôOkay, Lieutenant.ö I was more than a little s
prised at the news. I would have picked Estelle a
case of round heels. Evidently she was a tease in m~
ways than one.
    Spade sat a while longer, then said, ôWhen itÆs 1i1 in here, itÆs dark out there; when itÆs light out thc it s dark in here.
    ôThatÆs right. Ordinarily, that is. Right now we got both sides lighted with the bypass.ö
    ôOrdinarily is what I mean. Light, dark; dark, hg Eddie my boyùö
    ôYes?ö
    ôAre you sweet on that Hazel girl?ö
    ôIÆm leaning that way,ö I admitted.
    ôThen keep an eye on her. The murderer was in K
for just a few secondsùthe egg timer and the buzzer prove that. He wasnÆt any of the fei~~~ people who knew about the swap in the showsùnot since the trumpetplaying boy friend got knocked out of the running. And it was dark. He murdered the wrong party, Eddie my boy. ThereÆs another murder coming up.ö
    ôHazel,ö I said slowly.
    ôYes, Hazel.ö
    Spade Jones shooed us all home, me, Hazel, the two waiters, the other barman, and Jack Joy. I think he was tempted to hold Jack simply because he wouldnÆt talk but he compromised by telling him that if he stuck his head outside his hotel, he would find a nice policeman ready to take him down to a nice cell. He tipped me a wink and put a finger on his lips as he said good night to me.
    But I didnÆt keep quiet. Hazel let me take her home readily enough. When I saw that she lived alone in a single apartment in a building without a doorman, I decided it called for an all night vigil and some explaining.
    She stepped into the kitchenette and mixed me a drink. ôOne drink and out you go, Ed,ö she called to me. ôYouÆve been very sweet and I want to see you again and thank you, but tonight this girl goes to bed. IÆm whipped.ö
    ôIÆm staying all night,ö I announced firmly.
    She came out with a drink in her hand and looked at me, both annoyed and a little puzzled. ôEd,ö she said, ôarenÆt you working just a bit too fast? I didnÆt think you were that clumsy.ö
    ôCalm yourself, beautiful,ö I told her. ôItÆs not necessarily a proposition. IÆm going to watch over you. Somebody is trying to kill you.ö
    She dropped the drink.
    I helped her clean it up and explained the situation. ôSomebody stabbed a girl in a dark room,ö I finished. ôThat somebody thought it was you. He knows better by now and he will be looking for a chance to finish the
job. What you and I have got to figure out is: Wd wants to kill you?ö
    She sat down and started to manhandle a handk chief. ôNobody wants to kill me, Eddie. It was I telle.ö
    ôNo, it wasnÆt.ö
    ôBut it couldnÆt have been me. I know.ö
    ôWhat do you know?ö
    ôIù Oh, itÆs impossible. Stay all night if you wa to. You can sleep on the couch.ö She got up and pull the bed down out of the wall, went in the bath, cbs the door, and splashed around for a while. ôThat ba is too small to dress and undress in,ö she stated flat ôAnyhow I sleep raw. If you want to get undressed y wonÆt scare me.ö
I said. ôIÆll take my coat and tie and shc

    ôSuit yourself.ö Her voice was a little bit smother as she was already wiggling her dress over her hea
    She wore pants, whether Estelle ever did or notplain, white knit that looked clean and neat. She c not wear a brassiere and did not need to. The concc tion I had gotten of her figure in the Magic Mirror æ~ entirely justified. She was simply the most magn~ cently beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. street clothes she was a beautiful, well-built wom~ in her skinùwars have started over less.
    I was beginning to doubt my ability to stay on t couch. I must have showed it, for she snorted, ôWi the drool off your chin!ö and stepped out of Ipants.
    æScuse, please,ö I answered and started unlaci my shoes. She stepped over and switched off the ligI then went over to the one big window and raised t shade. It was closed but, with the light out, you coi see outside easily. ôStand back from that window, said. ôYouÆre too good a target.ö
    ôHuh? Oh, very well.ö She backed up a few steps ic
continued to stare thoughtfully out the window. I stared thoughtfully at her. There w~as a big neon sign across the street and the colored lights, pouring in the window, covered her from head to foot with a rosy liquid glow. She looked like something out of a dream of fairyland.
    Presently I wasnÆt thinking how she looked; I was thinking about another room, where a girl had lain murdered, with the lights of a night club shining through a pane of glass, shining through like this neon.
    My thoughts rearranged themselves rapidly and very painfully. I added them up a second time and still got the same answer. I did not like the answer. I was glad, damn glad, she was bare naked, with no way to conceal a gun, or a knife, or any other sort of deadly weapon. ôHazel,ö I said softly.
    She turned to me. ôYes, Eddie?ö
    ôIÆve just had a new idea .. . why should anyone want to kill you?ö
    ôYou said that before. There isnÆt any.reason.ö
    ôI know. YouÆre right; there isnÆt any. But put it this wayùwhy should you want to kill Estelle?ö
    I thought she was going to faint again, but I didnÆt careùI wanted to shock her. Her lusciousness meant nothing to me now but a trap that had confused my thoughts. I had not wanted to think her guilty, so I had disregarded the fact that of all the persons involved she was the only one with the necessary opportunity, the knowledge of the swapped shows, and at least some motive. She had made it plain that she detested Estelle. She had covered it up but it was still evident.
    But most important of all, the little stage had not been dark! True, it looked darkùfrom the outside. You canÆt see through glass when all the light comes from one side and you are on that same sideùbut light passes through the glass just the same. The neon on the street illuminated this room we were in fairly
brightly; the brilliant lights of JackÆs bar illuminat the little stage even when the stage floodlights we:
out.
    She knew that. She knew it because she had been there many times, getting ready to pose for the suc ers. Therefore she knew that it was not a case of mi taken identity in the darkùthere was no dark! And would have to be nearly pitch black for anyone to mi take HazelÆs blue-black mane for EstelleÆs peroxid mop.
    She knewùwhy hadnÆt she said so? She was lettir me stay all night, not wanting me around but riskii her reputation and more, because I had propound the wrong-girl-in-the-dark theory. She knew it wou not hold water; why had she not said so?
    ôEddie, have you gone crazy?ö Her voice was frigF ened.
    ôNoùgone sane. IÆll tell you how you did it, n beautiful darling. You both were thereùyou admitt that. Estelle got in her pose, and asked you to pun the buzzer. You didùbut first you grabbed the kni and slid it in her ribs. You wiped the handle, look around, punched the buzzer, and lammed. About t seconds later you were slipping your arm in mir Meùyour alibi!ö
    ôIt had to be you,ö I went on, ôfor no one else wou have had the guts to commit murder with nothing b glass between him and an audience. The stage w lightedùfrom the outside. You knew that, but it didi worry you. You were used to parading around nak4 in front of that glass, certain you could not be se~ while the house lights were on! No one else would ha dared!ö
    She looked at me as if she could not believe her ea and her chin began to quiver. Then she squatted do~ on the floor and burst into tears. Real tearsùtb dripped. It was my cue to go soft, but I did not. I dor like killing.
    I stood over her. ôWhy did you kill her? Why did you kill her?ö
    ôGet out of here.ö
    ôNot likely. IÆm going to see you fry, my big-busted angel.ö I headed for the telephone, keeping my eyes on her. I did not dare turn my back, even naked as she was.
    She made a break, but it was not for me; it was for the door. How far she thought she could get in the buff I donÆt know.
    I tripped her and fell on her. She was a big armful and ready to bite and claw, but I got a hammer lock on one arm and twisted it. ôBe good,ö I warned her, ôor IÆll break it.ö
    She lay still and I began to be aware that she was not only an armful but a very female armful. I ignored it. ôLet me go, Eddie,ö she said in a tense whisper, ôor IÆll scream rape and get the cops in.ö
    ôGo right ahead, gorgeous,ö I told her. ôThe cops are just what I want, and quick.ö
    ôEddie, Eddie, listen to reasonùI didnÆt kill her, but I know who did.ö
    ôHuh? Who?ö
    ôI know.. . I do knowùbut he couldnÆt have. ThatÆs why I havenÆt said anything.ö
    ôTell me.ö
    She didnÆt answer at once; I twisted her arm. ôTell me!
    ôOh! It was Jack.ö
    ôJack? NonsenseùI was watching him.ö
    ôI know. But he did it, just the same. I donÆt know howùbut he did it.ö
    I held her down, thinking. She watched my face. ôEd?ö
    ôHuh?ö
    ôIf I punched the buzzer, wouldnÆt my fingerprint be on it?ö
    ôShould be.ö
    ôWhy donÆt you find out?ö
    It stonkered me. I thought I was right but si seemed quite willing to make the test. ôGet up,ö I sai ôOn your knees and then on your feet. But donÆt try get your arm free and donÆt try any tricks, or, so he me, IÆll kick you in the belly.ö
    She was docile enough and I moved us over to ti phone, dialled it with one hand and managed to get Spade Jones through the police exchange. ôSpad This is EddieùEddie Hill. Was there a fingerprint the buzzer button?ö
    ôNow I wondered when you would be getti] around to thinking of that. There was.ö
    ôWhose?ö
    ôThe corpseÆs.ö
    ôEstelleÆs?ö
    ôThe same. And EstelleÆs on the egg timer. None the knifeùwiped clean. Lots from both girls aroui the room, and a few odd onesùold, probably.ö
    ôUh. . . yes . .. . well, thanks.ö
    ôNot at all. Call me if you get any bright ideas, son I hung up the phone and turned to Hazel. I gues~ had let go her arm when Spade told me the print w not hers, but I donÆt remember doing so. She w standing there, rubbing her arm and looking at me a very odd way. ôWell,ö I said, ôyou can twist my an or kick me anywhere you like. I was wrong. IÆm son IÆll try to prove it to you.ö
    She started to speak and then started to leak tea again. It finished up with her accepting my apology the nicest way possible, smearing me with lipstick ai tears. I loved it and I felt like a heel.
    Presently I wiped her face with my handkerchi and said, ôYou put on a robe or something and sit the bed and IÆll sit on the couch. WeÆve got to dope tF out and I can think better with that lovely chassis yours covered up.ö
    She trotted obediently and I sat down. ôYou s
Jack killed her, but you admit you donÆt know how he could have done it. Then why do y~ou think he did?ö
ôThe music.ö
~    1

Hun?
    ôThe music he played for the show was Valse Triste. ThatÆs EstelleÆs music, for EstelleÆs act. My act, the regular twelve oÆclock act, calls for Bolero. He must have known that Estelle was up there; he used the right music.ö
    ôThen you figure he must have been lying when he claimed Estelle never arranged with him to swap the shows. But itÆs a slim reason to hang a manùhe might have gotten that record by accident.ö
    ôCould, but not likely. The records were kept in order and were the same ones for the same shows every night. Nobody touched them but him. He would fire a man for touching anything around the control box. However,ö she went on, ôI knew it had to be him before I noticed the music. Only it couldnÆt be.ö
    ôOnly it couldnÆt be. Go ahead.ö
    ôHe hated her.ö
    ôWhy?ö
    ôShe teased him.ö
    ôæShe teased him.Æ Suppose she did. Lots of people get teased. She teased lots of people. She teased you. She teased me. So what?ö
    ôItÆs not the same thing,ö she insisted. ôJack was afraid of the dark.ö
    It was a nasty story. The hunk was afraid of total darkness, really afraid, the way some kids are. Hazel told me he would not go back of the building to get his parked car at night without a flashlight. But that would not have given away his weakness, nor the fact that he was ashamed of itùlots of people use flashlights freely, just to be sure of their footing. But he had fallen for Estelle and apparently made a lot of progressùhad actually gotten into bed with her. It never came to anything because she had snapped out the
lights. Estelle had told Hazel about it, gloating o~ the fact that she had found out about what she term his cowardice ôsoon enough.ö
    ôShe needled him after that,ö Hazel went
ôNothing that anyone could tumble to, if they did know. But he knew. He was afraid of her, afraid to f her for fear she would tell. He hated herùat the sai time he wanted her and was jealous of her. There ~ one time in the dressing room. I was thereùö He h come in while they were dressing, or undressing, a had picked a fight with Estelle over one of the ci tomers. She told him to get out. When he did not do she snapped out the light. ôHe went out of there hik jack rabbit, falling over his feet.ö She stopped. ôH( about it, Eddie? Motive enough?ö
    ôMotive enough,ö I agreed. ôYouÆve got me thinki he did it. Only he couldnÆt.ö
    ôæOnly he couldnÆt.Æ ThatÆs the trouble.ö
    I told her to get into bed and try to get some sleer that I planned to sit right where I was till the piec fitted. I was rewarded with another sight of the cc tours as she chucked the robe, then I helped myself a good-night kiss. I donÆt think she slept; at least s did not snore.
    I started pounding my brain. The fact that the sta was not dark when it seemed dark changed the wh picture and eliminated, I thought, everyone not fan jar with the mechanics of the Mirror. It left only Haz Jack, the other barman, the two waitersùand Este herself. It was physically possible for an Unkno~ Stranger to have slipped upstairs, slid the shiv in h ducked downstairs, but psychologicallyùno. I mad mental note to find out what other models had worlc in the Mirror.
    The other barman and the two waiters Spade h eliminatedùall of them had been fully alibied by c or more customers. I had alibied Jack. Estelleùbui wasnÆt suicide. And Hazel.
    If EstelleÆs fingerprint meant what it seemed; Ha:
was outùnot time enough to commit a murder, arrange a corpse, wipe a handle, and ~get downstairs to my side before Jack started the show.
    But in that case nobody could have done itùexcept a hypothetical sex maniac who did not mind a spot of butchery in front of a window full of people. Nonsense!
    Of course the fingerprint was not conclusive. Hazel could have pushed the button with a coin or a bobby pin, without destroying an old print or making a new one. I hated to admit it but she was not clear yet.
    Again, if Estelle did not push the button, then it looked still more like an insider; an outsider would not know where to find the button nor have any reason to push it.
    For that matter, why should Hazel push it? It had not given her an alibiùit didnÆt make sense.
    Round and round and round till my head ached.
    It was a long time later that I went over and tugged at the covers.öHazelùö
    ôYes, Eddie?ö
    ôWho punched the buzzer in the eleven oÆclock show?ö
    She considered. ôThat show is both of us. She didù she always took charge.ö
    ôMmmm... . What other girls have worked in the Mirror?ö
    ôWhy, none. Estelle and I opened the show.ö
    ôOkay. Maybe IÆve got it. LetÆs call Spade Jones.ö
    Spade assured me he would be only too happy to get out of a warm bed to play games with me and would I like a job waking the bugler, too? But he agreed to come to the Joy Club, with Joy in tow, and to fetch enough flat feet, fire arms, and muscles to cope.
    I was standing back of the bar in the Joy Club, with Hazel seated where she had been when she screamed and a cop from the Homicide Squad in niy seat. Jack and Spade were at the end of the bar, where Spade could see.
    ôWe will now show how a man can be two places at
one time,ö I announced. ôI am now Mr. Jack Joy. I time is shortly before midnight. Hazel has just left 1 dressing room and come downstairs. She stops off a moment at the little girls room at the foot of 1 stairs, and thereby misses Jack, who is headed those same stairs. He goes up and finds Estelle in 1 dressing room, peeled and ready for her actùprol bly.ö
    I took a glance at Jack. His face was a taut mask, I he was a long way from breaking. ôThere was an gumentùwhat about, I donÆt know, but it might h2 been over the trumpet boy she had swapped shows meet. In any case, I am willing to bet that she stops it by switching out the dressing room light to ch~ him out.ö
    First blood. He flinched at thatùhis mask crack ôHe didnÆt stay out more than a few moments,ö I w~ on. ôProbably he had a flashlight in his pocketùh probably got one on him nowùand that let him back into that terrible, dark room, and switch on 1 light. Estelle was already on the stage, anointing h self with catsup, and almost ready to push the buz2 She must have been about to do so, for she had star the egg timer. He grabbed the prop dagger a stabbed her, stabbed her dead.ö
    I stopped. No blood from Jack this time. His m~ was on firmly. ôHe arranges her in the poseùten s onds for that; it was nothing but a sprawlùwipes handle and ducks out. Ten seconds more to this sp Or make it twenty. He asks me if the buzzer I sounded and I tell him No. He really had to know, Estelle might have punched it before he got to he
    ôHearing the answer he wanted, he bustles aroi~ a bit like thisùö I monkeyed with some glassware ~ picked up a bar spoon and pointed with it to the sta ôNote that the Mirror is lighted and emptyùIÆve. the bypass on. Imagine it dark, with Estelle on the tar, a knife in her heart.ö I dropped the spoon do and, while their eyes were still onÆthe Mirror, I brou~
metal spoon across the two binding posts which carried the two leads to the push button on the stage. The buzzer gave out with a loud beep! I broke the connection by lifting the spoon for a split second, and brought it down again for a second beep! ôAnd that is how a man canùCatch him, Spade!ö
    Spade was at him before I yelled. The three cops had him helpless in no time. He was not armed; it had been sheer reflexùa break for freedom. But he was not giving up, even now. ôYouÆve got nothing on me. No evidence. Anybody could have jimmied those wires anywhere along the line.ö
    ôNo, Jack,ö I contradicted. ôI checked for that. Those wires run through the same steel conduit as the power wires, all the way from the control box to the stage. It was here or there, Jack. It couldnÆt be there; it had to be here.ö
    He shut up. ôI want to see my lawyer,ö was his only answer.
    ôYouÆll see your lawyer,ö Spade assured him jovially. ôTomorrow, or the next day. Right now youÆre going to go downtown and sit under some nice hot lights for a few hours.ö
    ôNo, Lieutenant!ö It was Hazel.
    ôEh? And why not, Miss Dorn?ö
    ôDonÆt put him under lights. Shut him in a dark closet!ö
    ôEh? Well, IÆll beù ThatÆs what I call a bright girl!ö It was the mop closet they used. He lasted thirteen minutes, then he started to whimper and then to scream. They let him out and took his confession.
    I was almost sorry for him when they led him away. I should not have beenùsecond degree was the most he could get as premeditation was impossible to prove and quite unlikely anyhow. ôNot guilty by reason of insanityö was a fair bet. Whatever his guilt, that woman had certainly driven him to it. And imagine the nerve of the man, the pure colossal nerve, that enabled him to go through with lighting up that stage
just after he looked up and saw two cops standing:
side the door!
    I took Hazel home the second time. The bed was SI pulled down and she went straight for it, kicking her shoes as she went. She unzipped the side of I dress and started to pull it over her head, when s stopped. ôEddie!ö
    ôYes, Beautiful?ö
    ôIf I take off my clothes again, are you going to cuse me of another murder?ö
    I considered this. ôThat depends,ö I informed h ôon whether you are really interested in me, or in ti agent I was telling you about.ö
    She grinned at me, then scooped up a shoe a threw it. ôIn you, you lug!ö Then she went on shucki off her clothes. After a bit I unlaced my shoes.