Hit the Road
The legend of the Maynard boys is
still talked off around here, even if it is nearly sixty years since the events
that led to that tale took place. Some
still say they were innocent, some say they were guilty as hell - Heck, some
still aren’t sure of what is truth and what is fiction.
What is certain is it started with the
raid on the drugstore that Friday morning - and that Jimmy Maynard was sitting
in Mom’s Coffee Shop when the sirens could be heard.
“Any chance
of a refill here Mary?”
Mary Hope smiled
as she walked over and poured fresh coffee into Jimmy Maynard’s coffee
cup. She was in her early twenties, and
wore a grey dress with buttons down the front, a white apron and a little
peaked cap. Jimmy smiled and thanked
her, as he looked back down at the paper he was reading.
“Where’s that
brother of yours?”
“Ken - he
said he was going to pick something up from Johnson’s and then meet me
here. You know what he’s like.”
Mary smiled -
she had been at school with his younger brother, and she knew he was a good
hearted kid, if not exactly the sharpest tool in the box. As she put the coffee pot back, she heard
sirens, and looked outside to see a police car driving down the street, the
lights flashing on the top.
“Wonder where
he’s off to,” Jimmy said before he looked at Mary. “Say, are you doing anything later tonight?”
“Why - you
asking me out?”
“I was fixing
to - if you’re willing,” Jimmy said with a smile.
“Tell you
what,” Mary said as she looked at the clock.
“I get off in an hour - you give me a ride home, sit with my ma while I
get ready, then I’ll go out with you.”
“It’s a date
- provided she don’t grill me too much,” Jimmy said. He had on a white t-shirt, leather jacket and
jeans, with his hair in the style worn by Jimmy Dean. “I’ll be back in an hour.” Leaving some money on the counter, he walked
out of the diner and started to make his way towards his car.
As he opened
the door to his t-bird and slipped in, he saw a number of police cars parked
outside Johnson’s Drugstore, and an ambulance pull up outside. “What the hell happened over there,” Jimmy
said to himself as he drove off and back to his house, unaware of the turn his
life was about to take.
“That was a
great movie, Jimmy,” Mary said as they walked out of the Bijou theatre, the
lighted display showing “Jailhouse Rock” in big blue letters. It was a warm night, and Mary was wearing a
white collared blouse, with a pink chiffon scarf around her neck, a black and
white hooped skirt and flat black shoes with white bobby sox.
“You’re
welcome,” Jimmy said as they walked to his car, “Will you allow me to drive you
home?”
“I surely
will,” Mary said as she put her arm around his.
“Did you hear what happened at the drugstore?”
“I saw the
cops - what happened?”
“A couple of kids
tried to hold the store up - one of them had a gun, and he shot Mr Johnson in
the arm before they ran off.”
Jimmy let out
a low whistle before saying “Any idea who it was?”
“None - he
fell back and hit his head, so until he comes round they have to wait.” Jimmy opened the passenger door of his car
and let Mary sit in, walking round and getting behind the wheel.
“Jimmy?”
Jimmy looked
round to see Mary looking at him, a worried look on her face as she said
“Someone’s pressing something in my back.” Looking over, Jimmy saw his younger brother
lying in the well of the back seat, pointing something at Mary.
“Ken? What the hell do you think you are doing?”
“I’m sorry
Bro,” Ken Maynard said in a quiet whisper, “I need a place to lay low for a
while - both of us do.”
“Both
of...” Jimmy suddenly stiffened as he
felt a cold ring against his back. “Ken,
what the hell is going on?”
“Just drive,
Jimmy - take us to her place, and I’ll explain there. Your dad’s away, isn’t he Mary?”
“Yeah,” Mary
whispered, “but he’s back day after tomorrow.
Ken, what’s this about?”
“Please,
Jimmy, just take us there - I promise we’re not going to hurt them.” Jimmy looked at Mary, who slowly nodded as he
started the car and drove off.
“Mary, is
that you? I thought you’d be...”
Babs Hope
stood in the kitchen, wearing a white dressing gown, as Mary came in with
Jimmy, followed by the Ken and another young man, who were holding guns in
their hands. “I’m sorry, Mrs Hope,” Ken
said quietly, “but Danny and I need a place to lie low for a couple of
days. I promise, I’m not gonna hurt you,
but I need you to just let us lie low for a while.”
“Ken Maynard,
do you know the Sheriff is looking for you?”
“I do,. Ma’m,
and I’m sorry to impose on you. Where’s
Penny?”
“In bed.”
Ken nodded and
said “Let her sleep. Danny, get the
phone.”
The third
young man went to the telephone set, grabbing the wire and pulling it from the
wall, as Jimmy said “Ken, what the hell have you done?”
“He and his
friend here raided Johnson’s is what happened?”
Jimmy turned
and looked at Mary, holding her and saying “I swear, Mary, I had no idea he was
going to do this.”
“I believe
you,” Mary said, “but the sheriff won’t.
You know how he feels about you two.”
Jimmy nodded
- he and his brother had experienced a few run-ins with the local law
enforcement, and indeed he had been in Juvey for a year when he was younger,
but he had been straight ever since.
“Ken,” Mary
said as the boy he called Danny came back in, “Why don’t you just go to the
police and turn yourself in before things get worse.”
“Can’t do
that, Mary,” Ken said quietly, “Let’s just all go in and sit down. I promise, we won’t hurt you, so long as you
keep nice and quiet.”
“Boys,” Babs
said as she slowly sat down with Mary, Ken and Danny sitting across from them
as Jimmy sat between them, “I heard the news reports tonight - Johnson will
pull through, so it would be best if you gave yourselves up.”
“I can’t do
that, Mrs Hope,” Ken said quietly, “I’ll be sent down to the big house for
sure, and I didn’t mean to hurt him - just scare him a little.”
“You play
with guns, and people will get hurt,” Babs said quietly.
“I know - I
just need to lay low here for a while until it’s safe for me to get out of
town. I know it’s an inconvenience, but
we need to stay here, and you need to keep quiet.”
“Can I at
least go and change,” Mary said as he looked at Jimmy.
“I’m afraid
not - not unless one of us go with you, Mary.
I mean no disrespect, but I can’t take the chance of you calling the
police.”
Penny Hope
opened her eyes, stretched and yawned as the sunshine filtered through her
curtains. As she sat up, the door opened and she saw Mary standing there,
wearing a black cap sleeved blouse and shorts, with a pair of plimsolls on her
feet.
“Hey Sis,”
the eighteen year old said as she sat up, “How did the date go?”
“Penny,” Mary
said quietly, “I need you to get up and get dressed, then come into the front
room with me.”
“What’s
wrong?”
“I’ll explain
it later, but don’t be scared. Please,
just do as I ask.”
Penny pulled
the covers back and stepped out of the bed, heading for the door to go to the
toilet. As she did, she saw Ken standing
behind Mary, with a gun in his hand.
“Oh my god,”
Penny said as she put her hands to her face, “What’s happening?”
“Please don’t
cry out,” Ken said as he looked at the younger girl, “Just go and freshen up,
and then get dressed like your big sister said.
We’re not gonna hurt you - we just need a little time.”
Penny
swallowed hard, then went through the door and into the bathroom, returning a
few minutes later and going back into the bedroom. “Leave m e with her - she won’t do anything,”
Mary said as she closed the door, and looked at her sister.
“What’s Ken
Maynard doing here with a gun,” Penny said as she took off her nightdress and
pulled on a pair of light tan shorts.
“Is he in trouble?”
“He thinks he
is - a friend of his took Jimmy and me hostage last night, and now they’re
holed up here. The phone is out of the
wall, but they say they won’t hurt us if we behave.”
“Where’s
Mum?”
“Cooking
breakfast - get a move on and we’ll join them.”
Penny found a
striped sleeveless blouse and put it on, then pinned her dark hair back before
she and Mary left the room, Ken following them as they went into the front
room, where Danny and Jimmy were watching the local news.
“The
Sheriff’s office have said to be on the lookout for Ken and Jimmy Maynard,
and...”
“Turn that
off,” Jimmy said as the girls came in.
“You’ve dragged me into this now Ken - and you know I’ll be sent down
regardless.”
“I’m sorry,
Jimmy - I just did not know where to turn to,” Ken said as Mary and Penny sat
down. Danny picked up the gun and said
“You going to behave yourself, little girl?”
“Don’t you
dare threaten her,” Jimmy said as he looked at the other young man. Kneeling in front of Penny, he said “I’m
scared too, kiddo - just do what we ask, and everything will be fine.”
“Breakfast’s
ready,” Babs said as she came in, dressed in a dark blue short sleeved blouse,
a knee length black skirt, hose and a pair of kitten heels. “If we’re going to be forced to stay in, we
might as well have a good meal.”
“That smells
real good, Mrs Hope,” Ken said as he looked to the kitchen.
“Well, you’re
not a bad boy, Ken Maynard - but you still need to turn yourself in before it
gets worse.”
“You know we
can’t do that, Ma'm,” Danny said, “but I am real hungry - let’s eat.”
Now, from what I heard from the Hope
family about that day, after they ate they spent the rest of the day around the
house - Jimmy fixed a problem with their sink, while Ken and the boy Danny
played some board and card games with the two girls. They even found time to sit down and have a
nice friendly chat, but nothing Mary or Babs could say would dissuade them from
their intent to get out of town.
Eventually, Babs cooked them all a fried
chicken dinner, and while Jimmy and Mary did the washing up the other two sat
and watched Howdy Doody with Penny, while Babs did some darning. Eventually, however, it came time for them to
leave...
“I’m real
sorry about this, Mrs Hope,” Ken eventually said as he stood up, “but we need
to make sure you can’t tell the sheriff where we’ve gone for a little
while. You got any rope about the
place?”
“You can’t be
serious, Ken,” Jimmy said as he looked at him, “I’ll stay with them and make
sure you get enough time to get away.”
“But then
you’ll be arrested, big bro - and you know what that will mean.”
“We can speak
up for him,” Babs said as she sat forward, “We can tell the sheriff you forced
him to do this.”
“He won’t
believe you,” Danny said with a laugh.
“Besides, we need Jimmy to drive the car.”
Jimmy looked
at the two young lads, then at Mary. An
unspoken word passed between them, before she said “You need to - to keep them
out of any more trouble.”
Jimmy nodded
and then said “but we can trust them not to raise the alarm.”
“No offence,
Mrs Hope,” Ken said as he stood up, “but we can’t take that chance. Now, have you got any rope about the place?”
“Steve keeps
some in the hall cupboard.”
Danny went to
the cupboard, then to the kitchen as Mary hugged Penny. “We all need to be brave now, all right,” she
said as she stroked her sister’s hair.
“They haven’t hurt us, and they’re not going to start now, all right?”
Penny looked
at Jimmy, who nodded in agreement as Danny brought in the rope and a pair of
scissors. Cutting three lengths off, he
handed one each to Jimmy and Ken, before saying “tie their hands behind their
backs.”
“No?”
“What,” Danny
said to Jimmy.
“Tie their
hands together in front of them p- they deserve that much.”
“But then
they can raise the alarm as soon as we leave - even if we stop them talking!”
The three
women looked at each other, before Jimmy said “We’re not going to hurt them,
and tying their hands behind their backs might.
Penny, put your hands together like you do at Sunday School.”
Penny did as
she was asked, her hands pressed together palm to palm as Jimmy tied her wrists
firmly and tightly together. “Give me
some more rope,” Jimmy said, and he then tied her ankles together, side by
side, before tying her legs together above her knees. He then tied a short length of rope between
her wrists, and secured them down to her knees.
“Where did
you see that,” Ken said as he watched.
“Detective
mag - now, you two take care of Mrs Hope and Mary in the same way. Mary, I have to go with them - you
understand?”
“I do,” Mary
said quietly as Ken tied her wrists together, “and I’m sorry - will I see you
again?”
“I hope so -
once I get this mess cleaned up,” Jimmy said as he watched the mother and
daughter being tied up.
“I’m real
sorry we had to do this, Mrs Hope,” Ken said again as he stood up, “but I’m
sure your husband will be back soon - tomorrow at the latest.”
“Ken, please
- just give yourselves up.”
“I can’t,”
Ken said as Danny left the room, coming back with three scarves. “Now, I’m afraid we have to stop you talking
for a while. Open your mouths real wide
and this won’t hurt.”
“I’ll go
first,” Mary said as she looked at Danny.
“I’ll do it
then,” Jimmy said a she took a blue silk scarf, rolled it into a thin band and
then tied it between Mary’s lips, her red lips closing over it as he secured
the ends together at the base of her neck.
“Dntbfrd,”
Mary said to Penny as Jimmy then took Mary’s blue chiffon scarf, rolled in into
a thin band and used it to gag her younger sister, while Ken pulled a rolled up
black headscarf between Babs’ lips.
“Come on,”
Jimmy said as he looked at all three women, sitting on the couch, “if I’m gonna
get you out of town, we need to get moving.”
“Once again,
I’m real sorry,” Ken said as he looked back at Babs and her daughters. Babs looked up and nodded as the boys left,
climbing into Jimmy’s car.
“So where
were you thinking of heading,” Jimmy said as he looked at his brother.
“North -
we’ll take it from there.”
Steve Hope had being trying to call
home all day, having heard the news, so it was only about an hour later that he
walked in to find his wife and daughters all tied up and gagged. They tried to dissuade the sheriff, but it
was no use, as he put out an all points for Jimmy’s car.
As luck would have it, however, Jimmy
and the boys had only managed to get about twenty miles out of town before he
had a flat - right outside the Claremont house.
So Mrs Claremont and little Emma got a right surprise that evening...
Now Mrs Claremont was one of the old
gentlefolk of the town - her family could trace their roots all the way back to
the Mayflower, and she always carried herself in a way that indicated she knew
who she was. That was the attitude that
was carried by her twelve year old granddaughter, Emma, who lived with her.
When the Maynard boys broke down
outside her house, they felt the only thing they could do was go to the house
and - well, they would say they wanted to borrow her car. As it was, they stayed a little while longer
than that...
“All right,
Ken, for the fifteenth time I should have checked the tires,” Jimmy said as
they opened the front gate and walked up to the old wooden house. “I’ll just ask if she has a spare I can
borrow, we all stay nice and calm and we get going, all right?”
The three
boys stood on the porch as Jimmy rapped hard on the door. They waited for a few minutes until the door
opened and Mrs Bell, the housekeeper, opened the door.
“Sorry to
disturb you, Mrs Bell,” Tommy said as he looked at the older woman, “but my car’s
got a flat. I was wondering if Mrs
Claremont had a spare I could use, and then I’ll return it in the morning.”
Mrs Bell was
in her fifties, with greying hair cut into a tight bob, and was wearing a grey
short sleeved jacket and skirt. “I don’t
rightly know, Boys,” she said as she held the door open, “Why don’t we go and
ask her?”
“Thank you,
Ma’am,” Jimmy said as the three boys came in, and followed her to the front
room. Mrs Claremont was sitting in a
large chair, wearing a white blouse with tight cuffs and the collar open, a
skirt that covered her knees as she sat, and brown leather shoes with white
toes.
Lying on the
couch reading a book was her granddaughter, Emma. She was wearing a white lace dress with a
little bow at her neck and a white underskirt, a thin black belt around her
waist, white ankle sox and black Mary Jane shoes. Her blonde hair was platted into two pigtails
which fell either side of her face.
“It’s Jimmy
Maynard, isn’t it,” Mrs Claremont said as she looked at the young man,
“Whatever is the matter?”
“As I said to
Mrs Bell, we got a flat tire just outside your place, and I was wondering if we
could borrow a spare to get home - I’ll get Bob to run you out a new one in the
morning.”
“I don’t see
why not,” Mrs Claremont said as she stood up.
“Why don’t you come with me and...”
It was
Jimmy’s bad luck that the radio news announcer then said “This just in - the
local sheriff’s office have issued a warrant for the arrest of Jimmy and Ken
Maynard, and one other man, after the discovery of a family held hostage by
them. Ken Maynard is also wanted for...”
Emma looked
up at Ken and Danny, as Jimmy said “Mrs Claremont, it’s not what...”
“Mrs Bell -
call the police.”
“I’m sorry,
Mrs Claremont,” Ken said as he produced the gun and pointed it at them, “but I
can’t let you do that. We don’t wanna
hurt you, but we need that tire.”
“Grandma,”
Emma said as she looked at Ken and Danny, who was now pointing a gun at Mrs
Bell, “What’s happening?”
“It’s all
right, Emma,” Mrs Claremont said quietly, “I think we just have a few house
guests for a couple of hours, so let’s make them feel real welcome, all
right? It’s what a lady should do at
times like these.”
“That’s real
good advice your grandma’s giving you, Emma,” Ken said as he walked into the
middle of the room. “Now, why don’t you
and Mrs Bell have a seat, while my brother goes to the garage with Mrs
Claremont.”
Mrs Reed sat
with Emma as Tommy went out to the garage with Mrs Claremont. As she put the light on, he saw the new
Chevy, the chrome tail fins contrasting with the blue.
“Nice car -
new is it Mrs Claremont,” Tommy said as he stroked the sleek metal.
“Tommy, what
have you gotten into? I thought you had
gone straight?”
“I have, Ma’am
- it’s just that Ken and his friend have got into some bother, and now I’ve
been dragged into it. I promise you,
they don’t want to hurt anyone - I just need to find a way to get them to see
sense.”
“Well, they
could start by putting the guns down,” Mrs Claremont said as Jimmy looked round
the garage, and then said “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’ve got a tyre that
fits my car.”
“A pity,” Mrs
Claremont said, her steel grey hair cut around her face, “so what are you going
to do.”
“Well, it pains
me to say this Mrs Claremont, but I think we may need to borrow your car.”
She let out a
sigh, and said “I was afraid you were going to say that. And what about us?”
“Like I said,
we’re not aiming to hurt anyone, so let’s go back to the house - Emma must be
worrying about you.”
As they
walked back into the front room, they saw Ken and Danny sitting in front of Mrs
Bell and Emma, the guns they had been holding down on the table where everyone
could see them.
“Mrs Bell,”
Emma’s grandmother said, “Would you be so good as to fix us all some
refreshments? Perhaps one of the young
men could help you?”
“I’ll be glad
to,” Ken said as he went with Mrs Bell, Jimmy noticing the wire hanging from
the wall where the telephone had been attached, and the Bakelite set placed on
the occasional table.
“So what are
your intentions towards us, Jimmy,” Mrs Claremont finally said as she sat next
to Emma.
“As I say,
we’re not going to hurt you - but we will need to keep you from raising the
alarm for a while.” He looked at Emma,
who had started shaking, and said “Don’t worry, Emma - it will be like a game,
won’t it Mrs Claremont?”
“That’s
right,” the older woman said as she looked at her granddaughter, “We’ll make it
a game, all right?”
“All right,
grandma,” Emma said as she smiled at Jimmy.
“So how do we play this game?”
“I’ll tell
you later,” Jimmy said with a smile as Ken walked back in, carrying a tray of
drinks. “In fact, why don’t I take Mrs
Bell and start the game with her, and then we can carry on from there? Danny, go upstairs and see how many scarves
you can find.”
Danny nodded
and left the room, as Emma asked “why do you need scarves?”
“You’ll see,”
Jimmy said with a smile, “why don’t we have a drink for now?”
“All right,”
Emma said as she looked at the guns, then picked up a glass of milk and slowly
sipped on it.
The
grandfather clock was showing eleven at night when Jimmy said “All right -
let’s go through to the dining room.”
Ken picked up the guns and followed Jimmy with the ladies, as they went
into the dining room. Jimmy had placed a
large number of scarves on the table, and had put three chairs in the middle of
the room, facing each other.
“Have a seat,
ladies,” Jimmy said, “and then put your hands by the side of the chair.”
“Are they going
to tie us to the chairs, Grandma,” Emma said as she looked at Mrs Claremont.
“I think so,
Emma, but they promise they won’t hurt us.
Why don’t I go first?”
“As you wish,
Mrs Claremont,” Jimmy said as he selected two yellow chiffon scarves from the
pile, and used them to tie the older woman’s wrists to the wooden sides of the
chair. “See,” he said as he looked at
Emma, “it doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“It doesn’t
hurt,” Mrs Claremont said as she looked at her granddaughter. Nodding, Emma allowed Ken to guide her arms
through the wooden slats at the back of the chair, and then tie her wrists
together two red silk squares, one round her wrists and one fixing them to the
chair back.
“That feels
nice,” Emma said, while Mrs Reed was secured like Mrs Claremont with a pair of
black chiffon scarves.
As she watched
the older women, Emma swung her legs to and fro. “Sorry, Emma,” Jimmy said as he picked up a
large brown scarf with big white dots on it, “I need to secure your ankles
now.” Folding the scarf into a band, he
tied her ankles tightly together, side by side, and then tied her legs together
below her knees with a grey woollen square.
She sat there, her legs swinging over the seat edge, and watched as the
other two men secured the ankles of Mrs Reed and her grandmother to the front
legs of the chairs with smaller scarves.
“Are you all
right, dear,” Mrs Claremont said to her granddaughter. Emma nodded and smiled while Jimmy went back
to the table and found a long white cotton scarf that Emma had seen her
grandmother wearing around her neck and shoulders.
“Now,” Jimmy
said as he came back, “we need to stop you ladies from talking for a little
while. I’ll get someone to come and free
you in due course.”
“Thank you,”
Mrs Claremont said as Jimmy stood behind her.
“For what,
Mrs Claremont?”
“For keeping
your word - you’re good boys really.”
“Tell that to
the sheriff,” Jimmy said as Mrs Claremont opened her mouth and allowed him to
wrap the scarf twice round her head, pulling it between her red lips as he tied
the ends off to the side of her head. As
Ken gagged Mrs Reed with a similar blue scarf, Danny picked up the guns while
Jimmy selected a green scarf that Emma had seen Mrs Reed wearing round her
shoulders earlier that day, and folded it into a band.
“Open wide,”
he said as he stood behind her, and pulled the silk into the young girl’s
mouth, trapping her pigtails as he tied the ends together at the base of her
neck. “And thank you for the loan of the
car Mrs Claremont - we’ll take real good care of it.”
“Msrrull,”
she replied as the boys left the three of them in the room, and made their way
to the garage.
The boys opened the garage door and
drove off in the Chevy - only for a patrol car to come by twenty minutes later,
see the open garage door and call to see if there was a problem. The officer found the three captive women,
and radioed it in.
By that time the Maynard boys had
managed to make their way into the next county, and as dawn came up they found
themselves approaching Shelbyville, the next big town over. Now Jimmy actually hailed from Shelbyville,
and he wanted to stop off at his home, and grab a few things before the boys
headed wherever they were heading. As
they drove up his street, however, and past his house they noticed that the
blinds were still drawn...
“What’s up,
Jimmy,” Ken said as they parked a short way down the road, a couple of the
neighbourhood boys running past them with baseball bats and gloves.
“I’m not
sure,” Jimmy said as he looked back up the road. “Normally I’d expect to see the blinds open,
and Mum working in the yard, but neither of those things is there.”
“Look,” Ken
said as he opened the door, “Let’s just get your stuff and go.” The three young lads climbed out of the car
and walked up the side of the house, but as they got to the doorway they heard
raised voices and muffled calls from inside.
“Where’s your
dog, Jimmy,” Ken said as he looked at the kennel in the back yard, the chain
hanging loose from the rounded hole at the front. Jimmy looked round the yard, then knelt down
as Ken and Jimmy walked over to join them.
“Who would do
this,” he said as he stroked the head of the sleeping dog. Jimmy slowly raised his head and looked in
the kitchen window, then ducked down and said “Danny, I think you need to see
this.”
Danny looked
in to see two men, dressed in smart suits with gloves on their hands and hats
on their heads, standing there looking at his mother and sister. His mother had dark curly hair, and was
wearing a beige round collared dress with short sleeves and a skirt that came
over her knees. His eighteen year old
sister was sat in another chair, her blonde hair pulled right up into a ponytail
that fell down the back of her head, and dressed in a white sleeveless dress with
a patterned front wither side of the buttons.
The bad thing
was both of them were tightly bound to the kitchen chairs they were sitting in,
with bands of rope around their waists and their arms, their hands behind the
back of the chairs. Danny could not see
their legs, but he could see the knotted white scarves that were in their
mouths, his mother’s red lipstick staining the knot that sat between them.
“What the
hell,” he said as he ducked down, “are they doing to them?”
“More to the
point,” Ken said as he peeked into the window, “Who are they?”
“I think
they’re Big Mike’s men.”
Now, Big Mike was one of the men who
run the local numbers racket - Danny did some running for them, as well as a
few other things. Ken and Jimmy knew him
by reputation, and the same thought occurred to them both.
“Danny,” Jimmy
said “Have you done something to upset Big Mike?”
“Well, I may have
taken some money and not passed it on yet - but only because I came to see
Ken...”
“Oh great,”
Jimmy said as he sat against the wall, “so Big Mike hears the news, and thinks
you’ve done a runner? Where’s your dad?”
“Probably at
the yard,” Danny said as he looked in the window again, “What am I going to
do?”
Jimmy and Ken
looked at each other, and then back at Danny.
“You don’t want your family to get hurt do you?”
“Of course
not - but if I go in there...”
“Then you’ll
be the hero for saving them,” Ken said quietly.
“Danny, you know you need to do this.”
“But what
about you two?”
“Give us ten
minutes to drive off, then we’ll call your dad and tell him to get home,
because someone just forced their way in the front door. What are you going to say about us?”
Danny looked
at the Maynard boys, then said “I parted company form you half an hour after we
left the Claremont place. Haven’t seen
you since.”
Ken nodded
and hugged Danny, before Jimmy shook his hand.
“Good luck,” they said as they slipped round the side of the house,
Danny sitting there and taking deep breaths for a few minutes before standing
up and walking in the kitchen door.
It is a matter of public record that,
ten minutes later, Jimmy’s dad got an anonymous call at the yard, and fifteen
minutes after that he and his friends came round to the house, to find his wife
and daughter tied and gagged in two chairs, and Jimmy having a conversation
with the two intruders that involved the use of fist sign language.
The men were soon subdued, but when
the police came Jimmy gave himself up and served a short sentence. His grandson now runs the yard in
Shelbyville.
As for the Maynard boys - well, this
is where things get a mite complicated.
Danny never told the authorities the truth of where they parted company,
but they knew they were in the brand new Chevy.
So the next sighting of them was a
week later, when they tried to sell the car in Montgomery...
“All right,
boys - it’s a nice car and in very good condition, but why do you want to sell
it?”
Jimmy smiled
and said “We just need the cash - will you take it off our hands?”
“Got the pink
slip?”
Ken looked at
Jimmy as he said “Ah - look, we just want the money. Surely you can cut us a good deal for it.”
They had
taken the car to the showroom of Honest Tom Timpson, who had something of a
reputation for buying and selling vehicles under, shall we say, difficult
circumstances. He was about six foot
tall, broad shouldered, and there was still something of the marine about him
under the loud check jacket he was wearing.
“I don’t know
boys,” Tom said as he walked round the car again, “I don’t think I can go above
$50.”
“Come on
man,” Ken said in an exasperated tone, “We need $500 at least.”
Tom stared
into Ken’s eyes, before saying “Son, you would not be coming to me with a new
car like this unless it was not legit.
Fifty dollars and not a cent more.”
“Tom?”
The three of
them turned to see a woman in her late thirties walk over, her chestnut
collared hair falling round her face as it was fixed in place with lord alone
knows how much hairspray. She was
wearing a red sweater, and a checked pleated skirt that covered her knees. With her was a twelve year old girl, her dark
hair formed like the woman’s, and wearing a blue round necked sweater in the
same style with grey trousers.
“Oh hi Lana,”
the older man said, “Wait in the office, I’ll be with you in a minute.” As the two walked off, he turned back to
Jimmy and Ken before saying “Well?”
Jimmy was
watching the two others as well, before he said “All right - but we want a car
as well.”
“Just how
much trouble are you guys in?”
“Enough?”
Tom nodded
and said “All right - fifty and I have an old Chrysler you can take.”
Old was not
the word - the car was pre-war, but Jimmy accepted the deal to his brother’s
surprise. “What are you playing at,” he
said as they drove round the corner.
“Oh we’re
going to get our money,” Jimmy said with a smile, “but we’ll need to visit his
home to do it.”
“I thought we
were going to get out of town!”
Jimmy slowly
nodded. “I know - but believe me, this
one is going to be worth it.” He watched
as the woman and girl came back out of the car lot, and climbed into a white
car before driving off. He started the
car, and then followed them out of town, and into a new development of gleaming
white aluminium faced houses.
They stopped
in the driveway of a single storey building, the two of them walking into the
house as Jimmy drove past. “So what are
we going to do,” Ken said as they looked back at the house.
“Let’s wait a
while - see if Honest Tom comes home and what happens next,” Jimmy said as he
lit a cigarette. “I’d rather not deal
with him...”
It was seven
at night when Tom Timpson finally came out of the front door of his house, got into
his car and drove off. “Come on,” Jimmy
said as he put the last cigarette out, “Let’s go and get our money.”
The two boys
walked up to the front door of the house, looking round before they rapped the
wood. As the door opened, they saw the
young girl standing there as she said “Yes?”
“Hi - is your
daddy home?”
“No - but
mummy is here. Do you want to talk to
her?”
“Yes we do,”
Jimmy said as he pushed the door open. Ken putting his hand over the girl’s
mouth as he picked her up and carried her with him. They walked into the open front room, where
the older woman was sitting reading a magazine.
“Who the
hell...” she said, but as Jimmy produced the gun she soon stopped talking.
“We’re sorry
to intrude, Mrs Timpson,” Jimmy said, “but your husband owes us some money and
we came to collect. We don’t want to
hurt you or your daughter, so you just behave and we’ll all get on just fine.”
Mrs Timpson
looked at Ken and Jimmy, before saying “All right - just don’t hurt Doris.”
“Is that your
name,” Jimmy said as he looked at the girl, who nodded under Ken’s hand.
“I recognise
you two - you were at the yard earlier,” Mrs Timpson finally said.
“That’s
right, Ma’am - he called you Lana, didn’t he?
Ken, let Doris go and sit with her mother, and take care of the phone.”
Ken nodded
and allowed Doris to run to the couch, Lana embracing her as Ken left the
room. “Doesn’t surprise me - Tom does like
to squeeze his clients,” Lana said with a sigh, “Although they don’t normally
come to the house to get their money.”
“Well, this
is rather an unusual day, Mrs Timpson.”
“Call me
Lana,” she said with a smile.
“Well, Lana,
all we want is our money and then we’ll be on our way. Where does your husband keep his money?”
“He has an
office in the back, and a safe in there.”
“Keep an eye
on them,” Jimmy said token as he came back in, “I’ll be back in a minute.” Ken smiled and sat in a chair, facing the two
women with a gun on the table between them, while Jimmy went to the rear of the
house and found the office. There was the safe, with a large keyhole.
“Where does
he keep the key,” Jimmy said as he came back in, but before he had a chance to
answer they all heard the front door open, and a female voice call out “Lana,
are you in?”
“Not a word,”
Jimmy whispered as he picked up the gun and stood behind Lana and Doris, while
Ken stood by the door. “We were passing
and thought we would come in,” the voice said again, as a blonde haired woman
walked in, removing a pair of tan leather gloves from her hands. She was wearing a black knitted bolero style
jacket over a grey dress, a thin black belt around her waist, and black shoes.
She also had
a twelve year old girl with her, who was wearing a similar jacket in white,
over a plain white pinafore style dress and flat white shoes. “Hi Doris,” she said as she came in, but then
she saw Jimmy standing there, and turning she saw Ken with his hand on the
older woman’s arm.
“I’m sorry,
Marilyn,” Lana said with a small smile, “it seems we have some uninvited
guests. Tom’s been up to his old
tricks.”
“My brother
up to no good? Never.” The new arrival looked at the two young men,
then said “Nancy, go and sit with your cousin please.”
“All right,
mama,” the black haired girl said, as she went and sat with her cousin. “So he bought a car off you for a pittance,
right?”
“That’s right
Ma’am,” Jimmy said, “and we’re right sorry for the intrusion, but all we want
is our money.”
“I see,” she
said as she removed her jacket and sat down, her hands on her lap. “You’ve seen his safe?”
“I have - I
was just asking Lana here for the key.”
“You don’t
need it - give it a sharp hit on the side with a mallet and it opens.”
“You’re
kidding,” Lana said as she looked at her sister in law.
“Used to be
dad’s - I always used to get money that way.
Try it and see.”
“Do I have
your word you’ll sit quietly here?”
“Well, your
friend here has a gun, and there are children here - we’re not going to do
anything.”
Jimmy nodded
as he said “Keep an eye on them,” to Ken, then went back to the office. On his
way, he looked in a cupboard and found the mallet, then gave the iron box a
good hard whack - watching as the door swung open. Looking in, he found a number of bundles of
money, but he only took $500 and left the rest.
He also found
a box of photos, and as he looked at the contents he whispered “Dirty old
man...”
“Thank you,
Ma’am,” Jimmy said as he came back in, looking at Doris and Nancy as they
played on the floor.
“Would you like
a drink,” Lana said as she stood up, “before you leave?”
“If you have
coke, that will be fine,” Ken said as Jimmy went with Lana to the kitchen.
“I’m sorry my
husband is such a jerk,” Lana said as she opened the icebox and took out two
frosted bottles, “but you’ve been kind, and you haven’t hurt us.”
“Well, we
don’t want to hurt you, or even scare you - all we want is our fair share,
Lana.”
“Sure you
boys can’t stay around a while,” Lana said as she stood in the light from the
ice box, the cool air making her sweater seem to tighten. Jimmy licked his lips, then said “Right
tempting, but it would not be fair on the kids, would it?”
Lana smiled
and closed the door. “You’re a good boy,
whoever you are,” she said as they walked back into the room, Jimmy passing a
bottle to Ken as he sat down.
“So are you
going to tie us up?”
“I’m sorry,”
Jimmy said as he looked at Nancy.
“Well, you’ve
got guns, and you took something from Aunt Lana - it’s like my Nancy Drew
books, so are you going to tie us up and hold us hostage?”
“We’re not
kidnappers or spies, kid,” Ken said quietly, “we just want to be on our way.”
“Well at least
stop us from raising the alarm,” Doris said as she looked up. “We like to play that game, don’t we mum?”
Lana blushed
a little and nodded, before Ken said “Well, we’ve had to do it before...” Jimmy was thinking of the photos he had found
of Lana bound and gagged in various outfits, and said “All right - you girls go
to the toilet. Got any rope, Lana?”
Lana looked
at him, then stood up as Marilyn shook her head. “So you found the photos,” she whispered to
Jimmy.
“I did, Ma’am
- right nice photos, but I can see why she likes it. Don’t worry - we’ll keep you nice and close
with the kids.”
Lana walked
back in with a box of lengths of soft rope, as the two girls came back in. “Right then,” Jimmy said, “We’re going to tie
your mum’s ankles first - you’ll see why in a little while, all right?”
They nodded
and sat cross legged on the floor while Lana and Marilyn sat on the long couch,
watching as Jimmy and Ken tied their ankles tightly together with a length of
rope each.
“Nice and
tight,” Lana said with a smile before Jimmy said “Now girls - kneel and pray like
at church on Sunday.” They both did so,
smiling as their wrists were tied together side by side. Jimmy made sure the rope sat over the cuffs
of Doris’ blue jumper, while Ken made sure the ropes did not hurt Nancy.
“Now girls,” Jimmy
said as he helped them to stand up, “I want you to go and sit on your mother’s
laps, and then they are going to give you a great big cuddle.
“Yippee,”
Nancy said as she jumped onto Marilyn’s lap, and her mother wrapped her arms around
her tummy. Jimmy then used some lengths
of rope to tie her wrists together, so that she held Nancy tight, and then did
the same for Lana.
“I like
this,” Lana said as Doris wriggled on her lap.
The two lads knelt down and tied the ankles of the girls side by side,
and then wrapped some rope around their mother’s legs to keep them in place.
“This is
fun,” Doris said as she looked back at her mother. “Are we going to be gagged as well?”
“Hang on a
minute,” Jimmy said as he went back to the dining room he had passed, and
picked up four linen napkins. He rolled
tow of them into bands, and used them to cleave gag the younger girls, while
the other two he pushed into the mouths of Lana and Marilyn.
“Have a nice
game,” Jimmy said as he smiled, Doris waving to him as the two boys left.
Now, Honest Tom returned home to find
his wife and sister, and their kids, trying to gag talk to each other as they
giggled into the damp linen. He also
found the safe door open, and the box of photos had been looked in, so for some
strange reason he looked no further.
As for the Maynard boys, they found
they liked this line of work, but they knew they could not stay around for too
long, so they did the sensible thing and drove a fair way away, hiding and
spending the money wisely. So it was
that, over time, the events in their hometown were quietly forgotten, by most
people.
They did a number of jobs in the small
towns they visited, and kept their noses clean - until the event that sealed
their reputation took place. By this
time they had made their way to Kansas, and were working as garage hands when
they had a surprise.
“Jimmy, how
long until you get that engine finished?”
Jimmy looked
out from under the bonnet and said “Twenty minutes, boss - I just need to put
the oil in and turn the engine over.”
“Good work,”
Bert said as he looked at Ken. “Little
tighter with those wheel nuts, boy,” he said as Ken nodded, then looked out to
see a car pulling into the forecourt.
“What can I
do for you. Miss,” he said to the girl sitting behind the wheel of the open
top. She had a blue and green scarf
wrapped round her head, and was wearing dark glasses.
“Fill her up
and check the water,” she said as she stepped out, looking round in her white sleeveless
blouse and matching skirt. She saw the
two men in the garage, and walked over, smiling as she removed her glasses.
“Well now,
this is an unexpected surprise,” she said as she looked at Jimmy and Ken. They looked round, as Jimmy gulped and said
“Mary? Mary Hope?”
“The same,”
Mary said as she pulled her scarf off her black hair. “Long time, Jimmy. You look well.”
“So do you,” Jimmy
said as he wiped his hands on a rag. “What brings you out here?”
“Oh I moved
out here - I go to the local college, learning to be a high school teacher.”
“What about
your mother and Penny?”
“They’re fine
- I spoke to them on the phone last night.”
Mary looked at Jimmy, then said “We heard about the Claremont house as
well - what happened to the car?”
“Sold it a
year or two back - God you look good.”
“Thanks,”
Mary said with a smile. She then
whispered “You can come home any time, you know - all is forgotten.”
“Not by the
sheriff.”
“I know - but
I have missed you,” Mary said with a smile.
Jimmy
blushed, then said “So, got a boyfriend?”
“Nope - I
room with a family out here, nice couple with a daughter a year younger than
me. Listen,” she said as she put her
glasses on and refixed her scarf, “If you’re free tonight, meet me at the town
square - we can talk then.”
“Sure,” Jimmy
said with a smile, “I’ll be wearing the checked shirt and jeans.”
“Funny,” Mary
said as she paid Bert and drove off. “Do
you think we can go home now,” Ken said as he stood with Jimmy.
“Maybe,” Jimmy
said with a smile, “but I may have something to keep me here now...”
“Hey.”
Jimmy turned
to see Mary standing there, in a blue and white checked shirt with white cuffed
short sleeves and a white belt around her waist, the skirt flared out as she
stood there with white lace gloves on.
“Hey, Mary,”
he said as he stood up, “What would you like to do?”
“Let’s go for
a malt.”
“I thought
you would have had enough of them,” Jimmy said, but they walked to the malt
shop and ordered two drinks, talking and laughing for the next few hours.
It was nearly
eleven as Jimmy walked Mary down the rows of houses, talking and giggling as
they did so.
“Well, this
is the place,” Mary said as she stopped by a white picket fence, “Can I see you
again?”
“I’d like
that,” Jimmy said with a smile as he hugged Mary, then waited as she opened the
gate and walked up to the front door.
She turned and waved at him, then he made his way down the sidewalk as
the door closed.
“JIMMY!!”
He turned to
see Mary running down the path.
“JIMMY!! COME BACK HERE!!”
Jimmy turned
and ran into the house with Mary, to see the floor strewn with papers and
cushions, and the furniture turned over.
“What happened here,” Jimmy said as he looked round, “and where is that
thumping noise coming from?”
Mary looked
round, and then said “It’s coming from the hall cupboard.” They both made their way to the door, and
opened it to find a fifty year old woman staring at them over a grey scarf that
covered her lower face. She was wearing
a white cardigan over a dark blue dress with a peach coloured panel, and a pair
of slippers. Her ankles had brown twine
wrapped tightly round them, and her hands were behind her back.
“Mrs Blake!!” Mary and Jimmy helped her out of the closet
and stood her up, and as Mary went to fetch some scissors Jimmy untied the
scarf and removed it, then took the handkerchief out of the older woman’s
mouth.
“Thanks,
son,” she said as Mary cut away the twine from her wrists, and then her
ankles. “The two hoodlums trussed me and
Joan up, then stuffed me in here after they ransacked the place.”
“Where is
June?”
The older
woman looked round, and then said “No,” before she ran up the stairs. Jimmy and Mary looked at each other, and then
heard her scream “NOOOOO” Jimmy led the way up the stairs, as they looked at
what was obviously the daughter’s room.
There was a
note on the bed, which Mary picked up and read.
“Don’t call
the police - we want $5000 in a plain paper bag, and we’ll tell you where to
leave it. Don’t do it, and Joan gets
hurt. We’ll be in touch.”
“Did you
recognise the boys, Mrs Blake,” Mary said as she put her arms on the older
woman’s shoulders.
“No, but they
told us their name - seemed right proud of it.
They said they were Jimmy and Ken Maynard.”
Jimmy looked
at Mary, as Mrs Blake said “Who’s your boyfriend anyway?”
“Oh,” Mary
said quietly, “this is...”
“Richie -
Richie Cunningham,” Jimmy said quickly.
“Do you want me to call someone?”
“Call my
husband - 5468,” she said as she started to sob into Mary’s shoulder.
“What the
hell’s going on here, Mary,” Jimmy said as Mr and Mrs Blake sat in the
kitchen. “You know I can’t have done
this.”
“I know,”
Mary said as she looked at a family picture, showing Mr and Mrs Blake with a
young girl in a green skirt with white crosses and a thick patterned band, and
a white scalloped jacket. “June had been
running round with a bad lot recently...”
“Do you know
where they hang out?”
Mary nodded,
then said “Why?”
“Something I
saw recently on that new Desilu channel,” Jimmy said, “given me an idea.”
The bar was
in a darker corner of town, the red lights shining above the windows as Ken and
Jimmy got out of the car. “Mind telling
me what we’re doing here?” Ken said as they fastened their jackets and walked
to the door.
“Saving our
rep,” Jimmy said as they walked in, the customers turning to look at them in
their jackets and jeans while they walked up to the bar.
“New in town,
are you,” the bartender said as they sat on two stools.
“Yeah - just
passing through though. Friend of ours
said to check this place out.”
“Oh yeah -
who?”
“Big Mike
from Shelbyville.”
The barman
nodded, and said “Good enough for me - what will it be?”
“Two beers -
and a bit of info. We’re looking for
someone called Mickey D - want to put some business his way.”
Two beers
appeared before them as the barman pointed to a screened alcove. “You’ll find him in there with his girl,” he
said, “but if I was you, I’d wait for him to come out.”
“Much
appreciated,” Ken said as they sat and started to drink their beers, one eye on
the alcove the whole time.
After an hour
or so, the curtain parted and a tall, thin man came out, dressed in a sharp
suit with a string tie and black shoes.
The girl with him was wearing a black strapless top that left her belly
exposed, tight black pants and high heeled sandals, with a black chiffon scarf
round her neck.
“Nice looking
girl,” Ken said as he took a drink from his glass.
“I’ve seen
her picture before,” Jimmy said as he placed his empty glass on the table. “Come on - we need to follow them.”
The two
men left some notes on the bar and
followed the couple out, keeping a discrete distance as they walked down the
street and into an older house. Jimmy
motioned to Ken to stop, as he walked round the back of the house and knelt
under the window he could see the light out of.
“I never thought
it would work,” he heard the woman say as the sound of a chair being scraped
came to him.
“I told you
it would work, baby - your parents will pay up, and then we can skip town and
be on our way.”
“Yeah - and
they’re just about dumb enough to believe I had been kidnapped. Where did you and Donny get that name
anyway?”
“Maynard? My cousin told me about them - couple of guys
who thought they were in big trouble, and skipped town. This may just enhance their reputation - but
it takes the heat off us.”
Jimmy stifled
an angry cry as the man said “I need to call your folks - tell them to bring
the money to the park in the morning.
You be all right here for a little while?”
“You got it,
Babe,” she said, as an acrid smell started to come out of the room. Jimmy slipped back to where Ken was waiting,
then stayed in the shadows as the man came out of the house and walked down the
street.
“There’s a
drug store down there,” Jimmy said, “wait here until I get back.” Ken nodded and watched the house as Jimmy
walked down the road, and entered the drug store.
“Got a
phone,” Jimmy said to the white coated man, who nodded to a booth in the
corner. Jimmy took out some dimes,
dialled a number and waited.
“Hello?”
“IT’s me -
how are they Mary?”
“Worried sick
- her dad has gone to get the money from the company safe.”
“All right -
listen carefully. I want you to call the
police.”
“JIMMY...”
“No,
listen. They’re going to get a call in a
minute. When you hear the time for the
drop off, you call the cops. Don’t give
your name, but say you’ve heard of a rumble going down at the park tomorrow at
the time they give.”
“What about
June?”
“You’ll see
her soon,” Jimmy said as he looked at the shop.
“I’ll call later.”
“All done,”
the clerk said as Jimmy came out.
“Almost - you
get any rolls of Elastoplast?”
“What
happened,” jimmy said as he came back beside his brother.
“Not much -
he got back just before you, and they’re talking by the look of things.
As they watched,
the lights went out, and Jimmy nudged his brother. “Come on,” he said, “We can wait in the house
just as well as here. We’ll get in and
wait in the cellar.”
Jimmy opened
his eyes to see the light coming into the cellar, and then heard voices at the
top of the stairs. Slowly climbing up
the stairs, he listened at the door.
“We’ll be
back with the dough soon, June - think you can keep yourself hidden until then?”
“OF course I
can,” he heard the woman say, “and then we can go off to New York together.”
He heard the
door opening and closing, then went back to the window as he watched the car
drive off. Nudging Ken, the two brothers
climbed the stairs and waited as Jimmy slowly opened the door.
The girl was sitting
with her back to the door, wearing a white baby doll nightie as she drank from
a coffee cup. Jimmy put his finger to
his lips, then motioned for Ken to go before him. His younger brother slipped past him, walked
up behind the girl, and then grabbed her arms.
“What the...”
she called out as Jimmy tore the end of the roll of plaster free, and then
taped her wrists tightly together. “Hello
June,” he said as he picked up a discarded stocking, “We’ve come to take you
home to Mummy and Daddy.”
“Who the
hlllryuuuu” she said as the stocking was stuffed into her mouth, and Jimmy
covered her lips with strips of tape.
“You’ll find
out soon enough,” Jimmy said as he grabbed her ankles and taped them
together. “Go and get the car, Bro, and
bring it to the friend.”
“Mckeeendnnelklu,”
June shouted out from under her gag.
“Oh I don’t
know - they might have their own problems with the local cops,” Jimmy said as
Ken came back in. He took June by the
shoulders, as Ken grabbed her feet, and then they carried her to their car, leaving
her on the back seat as the boys climbed in the front.
“Now, you
just lie nice and quiet, Miss,” Ken said as Jimmy drove off, “We’re going to
put you back on the straight and narrow.”
Mary was
looking out of the window of the Blake house, at the assembled police, as Jimmy
sauntered up the garden path and knocked on the front door.
“Oh hello
Richie,” Mrs Blake said as he came in, “the police have just told us they found
the kidnappers, but they... They...”
“Have you
looked in June’s bedroom,” Jimmy said, and as Mrs Blake went off he winked at
Mary. There was silence for a few
moments, before they heard Mrs Blake call out “OH MY BABY!!!!”
Mister Blake
ran past, followed by two detectives, as Mary whispered “What happened?”
“Tell you
later,” Jimmy said, “if you’re free?”
Mary smiled
and nodded, especially as Jimmy said “I think we’ll be sticking round a while
anyway - we like this town.”
Now, it did seem for a while that
Jimmy and Ken were settling down, and with Mary in town there was some
happiness. Of course, things conspired
to make them move on - but that is another story...
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