Affair in Trinidad Page #3

Here comes the real thing.

May I have one more, Mrs. Emery?

How about giving a fellow American a break,

Mrs. Emery?

My name's Peters. Freelance reporter.

I'd like to get some details on this story.

You know, American girl, ex-GI.

- With pictures of me doing native dances?

- Why not?

- We could both pick up a few bucks.

- Not interested.

Listen, baby,

you don't have to put on an act with me.

I've been in that joint you work in.

I'm an old friend of Mrs. Emery's.

If she needs an arm to lean on,

I think she'd prefer mine.

Sure. Sure, whatever you say, Mr. Fabian.

- There'll be no more of that. I'll see to it.

- Thank you, Max.

Why haven't you let me come to see you?

Why should I bother you with my troubles?

I was a friend of Neal's.

I'm still a friend of yours.

At least, I hope I am.

Oh, Mrs. Emery?

Inspector Smythe would like to see you,

if you please.

Of course.

- Excuse me, will you, Max?

- I'll wait for you.

Oh, I'll be with you in a minute.

Very well. Now, sign there, will you, please?

Oh, Mrs. Emery, this is Jefreemy Bates,

a fisherman from the island of Tobago.

He has some information for us.

Thank you. That'll be all for now.

- We'll let you know if we want you to testify.

- Yes, sir.

Do you happen to have your passport

with you?

- Yes.

- May I have it, please?

Mr. Anderson tells me

you're planning to return to the States.

As soon as this is over.

Well, I can't say I blame you.

Your stay in Trinidad

hasn't been a happy one.

However, I'm afraid I can't let you go.

Not just yet.

Perhaps not for a very long time.

Mr. Anderson, I...

Mrs. Emery,

your husband didn't commit suicide.

- He was murdered.

- Murdered?

Yes.

According to the medical examiner,

there were signs of a struggle.

He died of a fractured skull,

not a bullet wound.

The gun was fired after death.

But who would want to kill Neal?

I have here a statement

made by the man who just left.

I'd like you to hear it.

"I, Jefreemy Bates, do declare that

at 4:
30 in the afternoon of Monday last,

"I saw Neal Emery's boat

docked at the landing

"which adjoins the estate of Max Fabian.

"There was no one on board.

"I was in view of the landing

for at least half an hour

"and during that time

saw no one approach or leave the boat."

4:
30 in the afternoon,

approximately the time

at which your husband was murdered.

You think Mr. Fabian...

Or someone in his employ.

But I can't believe it.

He was a friend of Neal's.

Mrs. Emery,

if you knew Max Fabian's history,

you'd have no trouble whatever

in believing it.

- But what reason could he have?

- As for his precise reasons, I'm not sure,

but we're certain

your husband was involved with him,

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