n along the alley twice and on a side street at least three times。 Curiously； nobody in the apartment house had seen him； or would admit it。
All they lacked now was a motive。 Teager obligingly gave them that by getting himself pinched in Salt Lake City trying to peddle a Brasher Doubloon to a coin dealer who thought it was genuine but stolen。 He had a dozen of them at his hotel； and one of them turned out to be genuine。 He told them the whole story and showed a minute mark that he had used to identify the genuine coin。 He didn't know where Vannier got it and they never found out because there was enough in the papers to make the owner e forward； if it had been stolen。 And the owner never did。 And the police didn't care any more about Vannier once they were convinced he had done murder。 They left it at suicide； although they had a few doubts。
They let Teager go after a while； because they didn't think he had any idea of murder being done and all they had on him was attempted fraud： He had bought the gold legally and counterfeiting an obsolete New York State coin didn't e under the federal counterfeiting laws。 Utah refused to bother with him。
They never believed Hench's confession。 Breeze said he just used it for a squeeze on me； in case I was holding out。 He knew I couldn't keep quiet if I had proof that Hench was innocent。 It didn't do Hench any good either。 They put him in the lineup and pinned five liquor store holdups on him and a wop named Gaetano Prisco； in one of which a man was shot dead。 I never heard whether Prisco was a relative of Palermo's； but they never caught him anyway。
〃Like it？〃 Breeze asked me； when he had told me all this； or all that had then happened。
〃Two points not clear；〃 I said。 〃Why did Teager run away and why did Phillips live on Court Street under a phony name？〃
〃Teager ran away because the elevator man told him old Morningstar had been murdered and he smelled a hookup。 Phillips was using the name of Anson because the finance pany was after his car and he was practically broke and getting desperate。 That explains why a nice young boob like him could get roped in to something that must have looked shady from the start。〃
I nodded and agreed that could be so。
Breeze walked to his door with me。 He put a hard hand on my shoulder and squeezed。
〃Remember that Cassidy case you were howling about to Spangler and me that night in your apartment？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You told Spangler there wasn't any Cassidy case。 There wasunder another name。 I worked on it。〃
He took his hand off my shoulder and opened the door for me and grinned straight into my eyes。
〃On account of the Cassidy case；〃 he said； 〃and the way it made me feel； I sometimes give a guy a break he could perhaps not really deserve。 A little something paid back out of the dirty millions to a working stifflike meor like you。 Be good。〃
It was night。 I went home and put my old house clothes on and set the chessmen out and mixed a drink and played over another Capablanca。 It went fifty…nine moves。 Beautiful cold remorseless chess； almost creepy in its silent implacability。
When it was done I listened at the open window for a while and smelled the night。 Then I carried my glass out to the kitchen and rinsed it and filled it with ice water and stood at the sink sipping it and looking at my face in the mirror。
〃You and Capablanca；〃 I said。