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Sluggsy let out a hoot of laughter. He turned and called across to the thin man, “Hey, get out the crying towel, Horror. The slot says shell hand over two Cs if we let her scram. ” The thin man gave a slight shrug of the shoulders but made no comment. Sluggsy turned back to me. His eyes were hard and without mercy. He said, “Wise up, bimbo. Youre in the act, and youve been given a star part to play. You ought to be tickled to be of so much interest to busy, important guys like Horror and me, and to a big wheel like Mr. Sanguinetti. ”
“What is the act? What do you want me for?”
Sluggsy said indifferently, “Youll be wised up come morning. Meanwhiles, howsabout shuttin that dumb little hash-trap of yours? All this yak is bending my ear. I want some action. Thats sweet stuff theyre playing. Howsabout you an me stepping it together? Put on a little show for Horror. Then well be off to the hay and make with the bodies. Cmon, chick. ” He held out his arms, clicking his fingers to the music and doing some fast steps.
“Im sorry. Im tired. ”
Sluggsy came back to the counter. He said angrily, “Youve got a big keister giving me that crap. Cheap little hustler! Ill give you something to make you tired. ” Suddenly there was an obscene little black leather cosh in his hand. He brought it down with a dull whack on the counter. It left a deep dent in the formica. He began to move stealthily round the edge of the counter, humming to himself, his eyes holding mine. I backed up into the far corner. This was going to be my last gesture. Somehow I must hurt him back before I went under. My hand felt for the open cutlery drawer and suddenly I dipped in and flung, all in one motion. His duck wasnt quick enough, and the silver spray of knives and forks burst round his head. He put a hand up to his face and backed away, cursing. I hurled some more and then some more, but they only clattered inoffensively round his hunched head. Now the thin man was moving fast across the room. I grabbed the carving knife and made a dash for Sluggsy, but he saw me coming and dodged behind a table. Unhurriedly, Horror took off his coat and wrapped it round his left arm; then they both picked up chairs and, holding the legs out like bulls horns, they charged me from both sides. I made one ineffectual slash at an arm, and then the knife was knocked out of my hand and all I could do was to get back behind the counter.
Still holding the chair, Sluggsy came in after me and, while I stood facing him, with a plate in each hand, the thin man leaned swiftly across the counter and got hold of my hair. I hurled the plates sideways, but they only clattered away across the floor. And then my head was being bent down onto the counter top and Sluggsy was on me.
“Okay, Horror. Let her go. This is for me. ” I felt his powerful arms round me, crushing me, and his face was against mine, kissing me brutally, while his hand went up to the zip at my neck and tore it right down to my waist.
And then came the sharp sound of the buzzer at the front door, and everyone froze.
Part Three: Him
Ten: Whassat?
“KERIST, whassat?” Sluggsy had backed away, and his hand was inside his leather jacket.
Horror recovered himself first. There was a cold snarl on his face. “Git over behind the door, Sluggsy. Hold your fire until I tell you. You,”—he spat the words at me—“get yourself into shape. Youve got to front for us. If you dont do it good, youre dead. Understand? Youll be shot. Now get over to that door and find out who it is. Tell em the same story you told us. Get me? And take that silly expression off your face. No ones going to hurt you if you do what I say. Pull that zipper up, dammit!” I was struggling with the thing. It was stuck. “Well, hold the damn thing together across your chest and get moving. Ill be right behind you. And dont forget, one wrong word and you get blasted through the back. And the guy, too. Now scram over there. ”
My heart was beating wildly. Somehow, whatever happened, I was going to save myself!
There was now a loud knocking at the door. I went slowly over, holding the top half of my overalls together. I knew the first thing I had to do!
When I got to the door, Sluggsy leaned sideways and unlocked it. Now everything depended on the speed of my hands. I took hold of the door handle with my left hand and, as I turned it, my right hand let go of the overalls and dived down to the chain and unhooked it. Somebody cursed softly behind me and I felt the prod of a gun in my back, but then I had swung the door wide open, crashing Sluggsy against the wall behind it. I had gambled that, without knowing if it was perhaps the police or a road patrol, they wouldnt shoot. They hadnt. Now all depended on the solitary man who stood on the threshold.
At first glance I inwardly groaned—God its another of them! He stood there so quiet and controlled and somehow with the same quality of deadliness as the others. And he wore that uniform that the films make one associate with gangsters—a dark-blue belted raincoat and a soft black hat pulled rather far down. He was good-looking in a dark, rather cruel way, and a scar showed whitely down his left cheek. I quickly put my hand up to hide my nakedness. Then he smiled and suddenly I thought I might be all right.
When he spoke, my heart leaped. He was English! “Im sorry. Ive got a puncture. ” (An American would have said “a flat. ”) “And I saw the VACANCY sign. Can I have a room for the night?” Now he looked at me with curiosity, seeing that something was wrong.
This was going to be tricky! I might easily get us both killed. I said, “Im sorry, but the motels closed. The VACANCY sign was on by mistake. ” While I said this, I crooked the index finger of the hand at my chest, inviting him in. He looked puzzled. I had to give him a lead. “Is the puncture so bad that you cant get as far as Lake George?”
“Couldnt possibly. Ive already come a mile on the run. The coverll be gone by now. ”
I imperceptibly jerked my head backward, bidding him to come in. “Well, the insurance men are here from the owner. Ill have to ask them. You wait there. ” Again I beckoned with my finger. Then I turned and took two steps inside, keeping close to the door so that neither of them could bang it shut. But they were standing back, hands in their pockets, looking different kinds of hell at me. The man in the raincoat had taken my hint, and he was now well inside. When he saw the two men, his face somehow sharpened, but he said casually, “I expect you heard all that. Any objection to my spending the night here?”
Sluggsy said contemptuously, “Kerist! A limey! What is this, the United Nations?”
The thin man said curtly, “No dice, friend. You heard the lady. The motels closed. Well give you a hand changing the wheel and you can be on your way. ”
The Englishman said easily, “Its a bit late at night for that. Im heading south and I doubt if theres anything on this road this side of Glens Falls. I think Id prefer to stay here. After all, the VACANCY signs on. ”
“You heard me, mister. ” Horrors voice was now tough. He turned to Sluggsy. “Cmon. Well give the guy a hand with his flat. ” They both took a step toward the door. But the Englishman, bless him, stood his ground.
“It happens that I have friends at Albany, quite important friends. You wouldnt want to lose your motel operators license, would you? The sign said VACANCY and the place is lit up. Im tired and I claim a room. ” He turned to me. “Would that give you any trouble?”
I gushed. “Oh, no! None at all. It wont take me a minute to get a room ready. Im sure Mr. Sanguinetti wouldnt want to do anything to lose his license?” I turned, wide-eyed and innocent, toward the two gangsters. They looked as if they were just about to pull their guns, but the thin man moved away, and Sluggsy followed him, and they talked for a moment in whispers. I took the opportunity to nod urgently and appealingly at the Englishman, and he gave me another of those reassuring smiles.
The thin man turned round. “Okay, limey. You can have the room. But just dont try and lean on us with that Albany guff. Mr. Sanguinetti has friends at the capital too. Mebbe you got a point with that VACANCY sign. But dont push your luck. Were in charge here and what we says goes. Right?”
“Thats all righ
t with me. And thanks. Ill get my bag. ”
He moved to go out. I said quickly, “Ill give you a hand. ” I hurried ahead of him, tugging furiously at my zip, feeling ashamed of how I must have looked. Blessedly, it suddenly yielded and I pulled it up to my throat.
He came up with me. I said urgently, out of the corner of my mouth—I was sure one of them had come to the door and was watching us—“Thank you! And thank God you came! They were going to murder me. But for Gods sake look out. Theyre gangsters. I dont know what they want. It must be something bad. They shot at me when I tried to escape. ”
We came to the car. It was a dark gray two-seater Thunderbird with a soft top in cream, a beautiful thing. I said so. He said shortly that it was hired. He said, “Come round the other side. Just seem to be admiring the car. ” He leaned down and opened the low door and rummaged inside. He said, “Are they both armed?”
“Yes. ”
“How many guns each?”
“Dont know. The small ones a crack shot. At twenty feet or so. Dont know about the other. ”
He pulled out a small black suitcase, rested it on the ground, and snapped it open. He took something from under the clothes and slipped it into an inside pocket. He fiddled with one side of the case, took some thin black objects out that I took to be cartridge magazines, and stowed them away. Then he snapped the case shut, said, “Better have plenty of artillery,” banged the door ostentatiously, and stood up. We then both went to the back of the car and knelt down to examine the flat tire. He said, “How about the telephone?”
“Its cut off. ”
“Give me the cabin next to yours. ”
“Of course. ”
“All right. Lets go. And keep close to me, whatever they do or say. ”
“Yes, and thank you. ”
He got up and smiled. “Wait till were out of this. ”
We walked back together. Sluggsy, who had been standing in the doorway, shut the door after us and locked it. As an afterthought, he reached up and switched off the VACANCY sign. He said, “Heres your key, limey,” and threw it on a table.
I picked it up and looked at the number. Forty, the last one along to the left. I said firmly, “The gentlemans going to have Number 10, next to mine,” and walked over to the desk, forgetting that Sluggsy had all the other keys.
Sluggsy had followed me. He grinned. “No dice, baby. We dont know nuthin about this guy. So Horror and mes sleepin either side of you. Just to see youre not disturbed. Rest of the keys is put away ready for the move. Theres just this Number 40 and nuthin else. ” He turned to the Englishman. “Hey, limey. Whats your name?”
“Bond. James Bond. ”
“Thats a pretty chump name. From England, huh?”
“Thats right Wheres the registry? Ill spell it out for you. ”
“Wise guy, huh? Whats your line of business?”
“Police. ”
Sluggsys mouth opened. He ran his tongue over his lips. He turned and called over to Horror, who was sitting at his old table, “Hey, Horror. Guess what! This shamus is a limey dick! Whadya know about that? A gumshoe!”