"Okay, suit yourself. Any time you"re short or in trouble, let me know. Pete"ll tell you how to contact me. I"ve got to get moving. Forget Frankie. You"re wasting your time thinking you"ll hear from him. When he gets the ransom he"ll have all the girls after him. So long, baby."
He went out of the office leaving Anna staring out of the window, tears scalding her eyes.
8.
Flynn looked at his watch.
"Another five minutes," he said to Woppy who was nursing a Thompson machine gun. "Sweet Christ! I"ll be G.o.dd.a.m.n glad when this caper"s over."
"Yeah," Woppy said. "Still Ma says it"s a cinch and she always knows what she"s talking about"
"Then what the h.e.l.l are you sweating for?" Flynn demanded.
The two men were sitting in the Buick which was drawn up by the side of the road in the shadows of a clump of shrubs. They had a clear view of the road ahead.
"You aren"t so calm either," Woppy said, taking out a dirty handkerchief and mopping his face. "What"s the time now?"
"Oh, shut up!" Flynn snarled. He was wis.h.i.+ng Eddie had come with him. Woppy got on his nerves. With Eddie, he always felt if they got in a jam, they would get out of it, but Woppy was too excitable. He jumped off the deep end the moment anything started.
"I can hear a car," Woppy said.
In the distance, headlights appeared above the crest of the road.
"Here he comes!" Flynn said. He scrambled out of the car, pulling a powerful flashlight from his pocket.
The approaching car was traveling fast. When it was about three hundred yards from Flynn, he started flas.h.i.+ng the light.
Woppy watched, his hands clutching the machine gun, his heart hammering. Suppose the car was full of Feds, he thought. Those boys never took chances. They would storm past, spraying lead.
The approaching car slowed down. Flynn could see there was only the driver in the car. Blandish was obeying orders all right, he thought. The car swished past him. From the window a bulky object fell and thumped onto the road. The car went on, disappearing into the darkness.
Flynn blew out his cheeks. He ran to the white suitcase and picked it up.
Woppy put down the machine gun and started the car. Flynn scrambled in. He put the suitcase on the floor between his feet.
"Get going!" he said.
Woppy stepped on the gas pedal and the car surged forward. Flynn twisted around and stared through the rear window. They drove fast for three or four miles. No cars followed them.
"It"s okay," Flynn said. "Let"s get home."
When they walked into the sitting room, Ma, Slim, Eddie and Doc were all waiting. Flynn dumped the suitcase on the table.
"No trouble, Ma. It went like you said."
Ma got slowly to her feet and walked over to the table. She snapped back the twin locks of the suitcase. The others crowded around her. Even Slim seemed mildly excited.
She lifted the lid. They all stood staring at the neat packs of bills. They had never seen so much money in their lives.
"Man! Doesn"t that look good!" Eddie said. "Man oh man!"
Slim hung over the money breathing heavily, his mouth hanging open.
"Well, there it is!" Ma said, trying to speak calmly. "A million dollars! At last!"
"Let"s split it up, Ma," Eddie said. "I"m itching to spend some of my share. Come on! What"s the split going to be?"
"Yeah," Woppy said, so excited he couldn"t keep still. "What am I going to get, Ma?"
Ma closed the lid of the suitcase. She looked at each man in turn, then she moved heavily to her armchair and sank into it.
The gang watched her, puzzled.
"What"s biting you?" Eddie asked impatiently. "Let"s have the money."
"Every one of those bills in that case has a number," Ma said. "You can bet your life the Feds have a list of the numbers. This money is so G.o.dd.a.m.n hot, it"s on fire."
"What are you saying?" Eddie demanded, startled. "Can"t we use the stuff?"
"Sure you can if you want a free ride to the gas chamber," Ma said. "I"m telling you it"s suicide to spend it."
"Then what the h.e.l.l did we get it for?" Flynn snarled.
Ma crackled.
"Okay, boys, relax. I"ve taken care of that angle. I"m trading this hot money to Schulberg. He"s willing to sit on it for years, but in return we only get half a million. Still half a million of money you can use is better than a million you can"t use."
Slim suddenly spat in the fireplace.
"Talk!" he said in disgust. "That"s all you do. Talk!" He went over to the couch and lay down on it. He started to read the comics.
"That"s not so hot, Ma," Eddie said. "I was expecting a split of two hundred grand."
Ma laughed.
"I dare say you were."
"What"s the split then?" Woppy asked looking anxious.
"Each of you is getting three hundred dollars," Ma said, "and not a dollar more."
"You kidding? Three hundred bucks?" Eddie said, his face turning red. "What is this?"
"That"s your spending money," Ma said. "Each of you is ent.i.tled to one hundred thousand dollars, but you"re not getting it. I know you boys. If you got your hands on money that size, you"d make a splash that would put the Feds onto you in a week. You couldn"t resist throwing your money around. That"s the way most hoods get caught. They just can"t resist flas.h.i.+ng their bankroll and the Feds know it." She pointed her finger at Eddie. "What story would you tell the Feds if they asked you where you got all your sudden money from? Go on, tell me."
Eddie started to say something, then stopped. He was quick to see Ma was talking sense.
"You"re right, Ma. This is a h.e.l.l of a thing, isn"t it? I thought I was going to be rich."
"Now I"ll tell you what"s going to happen to the money," Ma said. "We"re going into business. For years now I"ve been wanting to go into business. You boys are going to handle it for me. I"m going to buy the Paradise Club. It"s on the market. We"ll redecorate it, get girls, a good band and we"ll make money. With half a million bucks, we"ll be able to turn the joint into something high cla.s.s. I"m sick of running a small time gang. We"re moving into big time. From now on, we"re going to be in business. How do you like it?"
The four men relaxed. Slim was the only one who wasn"t listening. He continued to read the comics.
Doc said, "You certainly got a brain in that head of yours, Ma. I"m for it."
"Me too," Eddie said. "It"s a swell idea."
"Suits me," Flynn said.
"You going to have a restaurant, in the club, Ma?" Woppy asked. "Could I cook?"
Ma grinned.
"You can cook, Woppy. We each will own a fifth of the club"s profits. You"ll all be in the money and you"ll have a reason for being in the money."
"Wait a minute," Eddie said. "Suppose the Feds want to know how you financed the deal. What then?"
"That"s taken care of. Schulberg will say he lent me the money. That"s part of the deal."
"You"ve certainly thought of everything," Eddie said. "When do we start, Ma?"
"Right away," Ma said. "The sooner the better. I"ll buy the club tomorrow."
Flynn said, "And now there"s the girl to be got rid of. Have you talked to Doc about her yet? And where are we going to bury her?"
The genial atmosphere exploded into pieces. Ma stiffened. She went white and then red. Doc"s beaming smile slipped off his face. He looked as if he was going to faint. Slim dropped the newspaper and half sat up, his yellow eyes gleaming.
"Bury her?" Slim said. "What do you mean? Talk to Doc about what?" He swung his feet to the ground.
"Nothing," Ma said quickly. She looked as if she could kill Flynn.
Eddie decided this was the opportunity for a showdown.
"Just what is going to happen to the girl, Ma?" he asked, edging away from Slim who had got to his feet.
Ma hesitated, but she realized this was no time to back down. Without looking at Slim, she said, "She"s got to go. She knows too much. When she"s asleep..."
"Ma!"
Slim"s voice, slightly high pitched, made them all look at him. He was glaring at his mother, his yellow eyes smouldering.
"What is it?" the old woman asked. She felt a chill of fear around her heart.
"She belongs to me," Slim said, speaking slowly and distinctly. "No one touches her unless they want to reckon with me first. She belongs to me and I"m keeping her."
"Look, Slim, don"t be foolish," Ma said. She spoke with difficulty. Her mouth felt dry. "We can"t keep her. It"s too dangerous. She"s got to go."
Slim suddenly kicked a chair out of his way. His knife jumped into his hand. Woppy and Doc hurriedly backed away from Ma, leaving her to face Slim alone. She stiffened as Slim began slowly to move towards her.
"Then you"ll reckon with me," he said viciously. "Do you want me to cut your throat, you old cow? If you touch her--if anyone touches her--I"ll cut you to pieces!"
Eddie slid his gun into his hand. Ma saw the move.
"Put that gun up!" she said hoa.r.s.ely. She was terrified Eddie was going to shoot her son.
Slim turned on Eddie who backed away.
"You hear me?" Slim screamed. "She"s mine! I"m keeping her! No one"s touching her!"
He stared around at each of them in turn, then he went out, slamming the door behind him.
There was a long pause. Ma was pale. She went slowly to her chair and sat down. She looked suddenly old.
Eddie and Flynn exchanged glances. Eddie shrugged and made for the door. Flynn followed him out of the room.
Woppy, sweating, sat on the couch and pretended to look at the comics. Doc poured himself a stiff drink. The silence in the room was painful.
Slim stood at the head of the stairs, listening. He grinned to himself. At last he had shown his power. He had scared them all. From now on, he was going to have his rightful place in the gang. Ma was going to take second place. He looked down the pa.s.sage at Miss Blandish"s room. It was time he stopped sitting by her night after night. He must show her he wasn"t only master of his mother, but master of her too.
He started down the pa.s.sage, his yellow eyes gleaming. He took the key out of the lock after unlocking the door. He went into the room and locked the door.
Miss Blandish watched him come across the room. She saw his new confidence and she guessed what it was to mean to her.
Shuddering, she shut her eyes.
CHAPTER THREE.
1.
ACROSS the frosted panel of the door ran the legend: DAVE FENNER. INVESTIGATIONS.
The lettering was in black and recently painted.
The door led into a small, well-furnished office with a desk, two lounging chairs, a good Oriental carpet and wall shelves full of law books recently acquired and never opened.