"Give him a buck," Henry said.
"What for, Henry?"
"Oh, I dunno. Just give him a buck."
I withdrew a dollar bill from my pocket and gave it to the fat man.
"Thanks, pal," Henry said. He chucked the fat man under the Adam"s apple, and removed the dollar bill deftly from between his fingers. "That pays for the hooch," he added. "I hate to have to b.u.m dough."
We went down the stairs arm in arm, leaving the manager trying to cough the toothpick up from his esophagus.
THREE.
At five o"clock that afternoon I awoke from slumber and found that I was lying on my bed in my apartment in the Chateau Moraine, on Franklin Avenue near Ivar Street, in Hollywood. I turned my head, which ached, and saw that Henry Eichelberger was lying beside me in his undershirt and trousers. I then perceived that I also was as lightly attired. On the table near by there stood an almost full bottle of Old Pantation rye whiskey, the full quart size, and on the floor lay an entirely empty bottle of the same excellent brand. There were garments lying here and there on the floor, and a cigarette had burned a hole in the brocaded arm of one of my easy chairs.
I felt myself over carefully. My stomach was stiff and sore and my jaw seemed a little swollen on one side. Otherwise I was none the worse for wear. A sharp pain darted through my temples as I stood up off the bed, but I ignored it and walked steadily to the bottle on the table and raised it to my lips. After a steady draught of the fiery liquid I suddenly felt much better. A hearty and cheerful mood came over me and I was ready for any adventure. I went back to the bed and shook Henry firmly by the shoulder.
"Wake up, Henry," I said. "The sunset hour is nigh. The robins are calling and the squirrels are scolding and the morning glories furl themselves in sleep."
Like all men of action Henry Eichelberger came awake with his fist doubled. "What was that crack?" he snarled. "Oh, yeah. Hi, Walter. How you feel?"
"I feel splendid. Are you rested?"
"Sure." He swung his shoeless feet to the floor and rumpled his thick blond hair with his fingers. "We was going swell until you pa.s.sed out," he said. "So I had me a nap. I never drink solo. You O.K.?"
"Yes, Henry, I feel very well indeed. And we have work to do."
"Swell." He went to the whiskey bottle and quaffed from it freely. He rubbed his stomach with the flat of his hand. His green eyes shone peacefully. "I"m a sick man," he said, "and I got to take my medicine." He put the bottle down on the table and surveyed the apartment. "Geez," he said, "we thrown it into us so fast I ain"t hardly looked at the dump. You got a nice little place here, Walter. Geez, a white typewriter and a white telephone. What"s the matter, kid-you just been confirmed?"
"Just a foolish fancy, Henry," I said, waving an airy hand.
Henry went over and looked at the typewriter and the telephone side by side on my writing desk, and the silver-mounted desk set, each piece chased with my initials.
"Well fixed, huh?" Henry said, turning his green gaze on me.
"Tolerably so, Henry," I said modestly.
"Well, what next pal? You got any ideas or do we just drink some?"
"Yes, Henry, I do have an idea. With a man like you to help me I think it can be put into practice. I feel that we must, as they say, tap the grapevine. When a string of pearls is stolen, all the underworld knows it at once. Pearls are hard to sell, Henry, inasmuch as they cannot be cut and can be identified by experts, I have read. The underworld will be seething with activity. It should not be too difficult for us to find someone who would send a message to the proper quarter that we are willing to pay a reasonable sum for their return."
"You talk nice-for a drunk guy," Henry said, reaching for the bottle. "But ain"t you forgot these marbles are phonies?"
"For sentimental reasons I am quite willing to pay for their return, just the same."
Henry drank some whiskey, appeared to enjoy the flavor of it and drank some more. He waved the bottle at me politely.
"That"s O.K.-as far as it goes," he said. "But this under-world that"s doing all this here seething you spoke of ain"t going to seethe a h.e.l.l of a lot over a string of gla.s.s beads. Or am I screwy?"
"I was thinking, Henry, that the underworld probably has a sense of humor and the laugh that would go around would be quite emphatic."
"There"s an idea in that," Henry said. "Here"s some mug finds out lady Penruddock has a string of oyster fruit worth oodles of kale, and he does hisself a neat little box job and trots down to the fence. And the fence gives him the belly laugh. I would say something like that could get around the poolrooms and start a little idle chatter. So far, so nutty. But this box man is going to dump them beads in a hurry, because he has a three-to-ten on him even if they are only worth a nickel plus sales tax. Breaking and entering is the rap, Walter."
"However, Henry," I said, "there is another element in the situation. If this thief is very stupid, it will not, of course, have much weight. But if he is even moderately intelligent, it will. Mrs. Penruddock is a very proud woman and lives in a very exclusive section of the city. If it should become known that she wore imitation pearls, and above all, if it should be even hinted in the public press that these were the very pearls her own husband had given her for her golden wedding present-well, I am sure you see the point, Henry."
"Box guys ain"t too bright," he said and rubbed his stony chin. Then he lifted his right thumb and bit it thoughtfully. He looked at the windows, at the corner of the room, at the floor. He looked at me from the corners of his eyes.
"Blackmail, huh?" he said. "Maybe. But crooks don"t mix their rackets much. Still, the guy might pa.s.s the word along. There"s a chance, Walter. I wouldn"t care to hock my gold fillings to buy me a piece of it, but there"s a chance. How much you figure to put out?"
"A hundred dollars should be ample, but I am willing to go as high as two hundred, which is the actual cost of the imitations."
Henry shook his head and patronized the bottle. "Nope. The guy wouldn"t uncover hisself for that kind of money. Wouldn"t be worth the chance he takes. He"d dump the marbles and keep his nose clean."
"We can at least try, Henry."
"Yeah, but where? And we"re getting low on liquor. Maybe I better put my shoes on and run out, huh?"
At that very moment, as if in answer to my unspoken prayer, a soft dull thump sounded on the door of my apartment. I opened it and picked up the final edition of the evening paper. I closed the door again and carried the paper back across the room, opening it up as I went. I touched it with my right forefinger and smiled confidently at Henry Eichelberger.
"Here. I will wager you a full quart of Old Plantation that the answer will be on the crime page of this paper."
"There ain"t any crime page," Henry chortled. "This is Los Angeles. I"ll fade you."
I opened the paper to page three with some trepidation, for, although I had already seen the item I was looking for in an early edition of the paper while waiting in Ada Twomey"s Domestic Employment Agency, I was not certain it would appear intact in the later editions. But my faith was rewarded. It had not been removed, but appeared midway of column three exactly as before. The paragraph, which was quite short, was headed: LOU GANDESI QUESTIONED IN GEM THEFTS LOU GANDESI QUESTIONED IN GEM THEFTS. "Listen to this, Henry," I said, and began to read.
Acting on an anonymous tip police late last night picked up Louis G. (Lou) Gandesi, proprietor of a well-known Spring Street tavern, and quizzed him intensively concerning the recent wave of dinner-party hold-ups in an exclusive western section of this city, hold-ups during which, it is alleged, more than two hundred thousand dollars" worth of valuable jewels have been torn at gun"s point from women guests in fashionable homes. Gandesi was released at a late hour and refused to make any statement to reporters. "I never kibitz the cops," he said modestly. Captain William Norgaard, of the General Robbery Detail, announced himself as satisfied that Gandesi had no connection with the robberies, and that the tip was merely an act of personal spite.
I folded the paper and threw it on the bed.
"You win, bo," Henry said, and handed me the bottle. I took a long drink and returned it to him. "Now what? Brace this Gandesi and take him through the hoops?"
"He may be a dangerous man, Henry. Do you think we are equal to it?"
Henry snorted contemptuously. "Yah, a Spring Street punk. Some fat slob with a phony ruby on his mitt. Lead me to him. We"ll turn the slob inside out and drain his liver. But we"re just about fresh out of liquor. All we got is maybe a pint." He examined the bottle against the light.
"We have had enough for the moment, Henry."
"We ain"t drunk, are we? I only had seven drinks since I got here, maybe nine."
"Certainly we are not drunk, Henry, but you take very large drinks, and we have a difficult evening before us. I think we should now get shaved and dressed, and I further think that we should wear dinner clothes. I have an extra suit which will fit you admirably, as we are almost exactly the same size. It is certainly a remarkable omen that two such large men should be a.s.sociated in the same enterprise. Evening clothes impress these low characters, Henry."
"Swell," Henry said. "They"ll think we"re mugs workin" for some big shot. This Gandesi will be scared enough to swallow his necktie."
We decided to do as I had suggested and I laid out clothes for Henry, and while he was bathing and shaving I telephoned to Ellen Macintosh.
"Oh, Walter, I am so glad you called up," she cried. "Have you found anything?"
"Not yet, darling," I said. "But we have an idea. Henry and I are just about to put it into execution."
"Henry, Walter? Henry who?"
"Why, Henry Eichelberger, of course, darling. Have you forgotten him so soon? Henry and I are warm friends and we-"
She interrupted me coldly. "Are you drinking, Walter?" she demanded in a very distant voice.
"Certainly not, darling. Henry is a teetotaler."
She sniffed sharply. I could hear the sound distinctly over the telephone. "But didn"t Henry take the pearls?" she asked, after quite a long pause.
"Henry, angel? Of course not. Henry left because he was in love with you."
"Oh, Walter. That ape? I"m sure you"re drinking terribly. I don"t ever want to speak to you again. Goodbye." And she hung the phone up very sharply so that a painful sensation made itself felt in my ear.
I sat down in a chair with a bottle of Old Plantation in my hand wondering what I had said that could be construed as offensive or indiscreet. As I was unable to think of anything, I consoled myself with the bottle until Henry came out of the bathroom looking extremely personable in one of my pleated shirts and a wing collar and black bow tie.
It was dark when we left the apartment and I, at least, was full of hope and confidence, although a little depressed by the way Ellen Macintosh had spoken to me over the telephone.
FOUR.
Mr. Gandesi"s establishment was not difficult to find, inasmuch as the first taxicab driver Henry yelled at on Spring Street directed us to it. It was called the Blue Lagoon and its interior was bathed in an unpleasant blue light. Henry and I entered it steadily, since we had consumed a partly solid meal at Mandy"s Caribbean Grotto before starting out to find Mr. Gandesi. Henry looked almost handsome in my second-best dinner suit, with a fringed white scarf hanging over his shoulder, a light-weight black felt hat on the back of his head (which was only a little larger than mine), and a bottle of whiskey in each of the side pockets of the summer overcoat he was wearing.
The bar of the Blue Lagoon was crowded, but Henry and I went on back to the small dim dining room behind it. A man in a dirty dinner suit came up to us and Henry asked him for Gandesi, and he pointed out a fat man who sat alone at a small table in the far corner of the room. We went that way.
The man sat with a small gla.s.s of red wine in front of him and slowly twisted a large green stone on his finger. He did not look up. There were no other chairs at the table, so Henry leaned on it with both elbows.
"You Gandesi?" he said.
The man did not look up even then. He moved his thick black eyebrows together and said in an absent voice: "Si. Yes."
"We got to talk to you in private," Henry told him. "Where we won"t be disturbed."
Gandesi looked up now and there was extreme boredom in his flat black almond-shaped eyes. "So?" he asked and shrugged. "Eet ees about what?"
"About some pearls," Henry said. "Forty-nine on the string, matched and pink."
"You sell-or you buy?" Gandesi inquired and his chin began to shake up and down as if with amus.e.m.e.nt.
"Buy," Henry said.
The man at the table crooked his finger quietly and a very large waiter appeared at his side. "Ees dronk," he said lifelessly. "Put dees men out."
The waiter took hold of Henry"s shoulder. Henry reached up carelessly and took hold of the waiter"s hand and twisted it. The waiter"s face in that bluish light turned some color I could not describe, but which was not at all healthy. He let out a low moan. Henry dropped the hand and said to me: "Put a C-note on the table."
I took my wallet out and extracted from it one of the two hundred-dollar bills I had taken the precaution to obtain from the cashier at the Chateau Moraine. Gandesi stared at the bill and made a gesture to the large waiter, who went away rubbing his hand and holding it tight against his chest.
"What for?" Gandesi asked.
"Five minutes of your time alone."
"Ees very fonny. O.K., I bite." Gandesi took the bill and folded it neatly and put it in his vest pocket. Then he put both hands on the table and pushed himself heavily to his feet. He started to waddle away without looking at us.
Henry and I followed him among the crowded tables to the far side of the dining room and through a door in the wainscoting and then down a narrow dim hallway. At the end of this Gandesi opened a door into a lighted room and stood holding it for us, with a grave smile on his olive face. I went in first.
As Henry pa.s.sed in front of Gandesi into the room the latter, with surprising agility, took a small shiny black leather club from his clothes and hit Henry on the head with it very hard. Henry sprawled forward on his hands and knees. Gandesi shut the door of the room very quickly for a man of his build and leaned against it with the small club in his left hand. Now, very suddenly, in his right hand appeared a short but heavy black revolver.
"Ees very fonny," he said politely, and chuckled to himself.
Exactly what happened then I did not see clearly. Henry was at one instant on his hands and knees with his back to Gandesi. In the next, or possibly even in the same instant, something swirled like a big fish in water and Gandesi grunted. I then saw that Henry"s hard blond head was buried in Gandesi"s stomach and that Henry"s large hands held both of Gandesi"s hairy wrists. Then Henry straightened his body to its full height and Gandesi was high up in the air balanced on top of Henry"s head, his mouth strained wide open and his face a dark purple color. Then Henry shook himself, as it seemed, quite lightly, and Gandesi landed on his back on the floor with a terrible thud and lay gasping. Then a key turned in the door and Henry stood with his back to it, holding both the club and the revolver in his left hand, and solicitously feeling the pockets which contained our supply of whiskey. All this happened with such rapidity that I leaned against the side wall and felt a little sick at my stomach.
"A gut-buster," Henry drawled. "A comedian. Wait"ll I loosen my belt."
Gandesi rolled over and got to his feet very slowly and painfully and stood swaying and pa.s.sing his hand up and down his face. His clothes were covered with dust.
"This here"s a sap," Henry said, showing me the small black club. "He hit me with it, didn"t he?"
"Why, Henry, don"t you know?" I inquired.
"I just wanted to be sure," Henry said. "You don"t do that to the Eichelbergers."
"O.K., what you boys want?" Gandesi asked abruptly, with no trace whatever of his Italian accent.
"I told you what we wanted, dough-face."
"I don"t think I know you boys," Gandesi said and lowered his body with care into a wooden chair beside a shabby office desk. He mopped his face and neck and felt himself in various places.
"You got the wrong idea, Gandesi. A lady living in Carondelet Park lost a forty-nine bead pearl necklace a couple of days back. A box job, but a pushover. Our outfit"s carrying a little insurance on those marbles. And I"ll take that C note."
He walked over to Gandesi and Gandesi quickly reached the folded bill from his pocket and handed it to him. Henry gave me the bill and I put it back in my wallet.
"I don"t think I hear about it," Gandesi said carefully.
"You hit me with a sap," Henry said. "Listen kind of hard."
Gandesi shook his head and then winced. "I don"t back no petermen," he said, "nor no heist guys. You got me wrong."
"Listen hard," Henry said in a low voice. "You might hear something." He swung the small black club lightly in front of his body with two fingers of his right hand. The slightly too-small hat was still on the back of his head, although a little crumpled.