Harold Robbins Thriller Collection

by Harold Robbins

  Robert nodded. “Fat Cat.”

  Caroline shivered. “That’s the one. He sends chills through me. He’s always watching.”

  Robert laughed. “That’s his job. He’s been with Dax ever since he was a kid. Their president made him Dax’s bodyguard that time when they were all out in the jungle.”

  “They’re not in the jungle now. Why does he still hang around? It’s not as if he were a servant or anything.”

  “He’s part of the family, I guess. And since his father died, he’s all the family Dax has.”

  Caroline picked up her coffee and tasted it. She made a face. “God, this coffee’s horrible! Will we ever find a cook who can make proper coffee?”

  Robert laughed again. “You say the same thing every morning. You forget that we’re in America. Their coffee is different from ours.”

  “I’m going to write Papa and see if he can’t send us a cook.”

  “Bon.” There was a sound at the door and Robert looked up. He got to his feet as Caroline’s house guest came into the room. “Good morning, Sue Ann.”

  The pretty blond girl smiled. “Good mornin’, Robert,” she said in a softly Southern accent. “Good mornin’, Caroline deah.”

  Robert remained standing after Sue Ann sat down. “Then it’s all right if Dax stays with us?”

  Caroline shrugged. “Why not? The house is certainly big enough.”

  “He arrives in New York tomorrow. I think I’ll fly down to meet him.”

  Sue Ann looked at Caroline curiously after Robert had left. “That name,” she said, “it’s oddly familiar. I’ve heard it somewhere.”

  “Dax is a friend of my brother’s. They went to school in France together.”

  Sue Ann picked up her coffee cup. “This coffee’s delicious,” she said absently. “Wait a minute! Isn’t he the polo player, the one who became an ambassador when his father died?”

  “Yes. But not an ambassador, Sue Ann, only a consul.”

  “What’s the difference? I hear he’s fantastic!”

  “Fantastic?” Caroline stared at her friend. There were times she didn’t understand her friend at all. Why was it every man she was going to meet was “fantastic”? She had heard this phrase at least once a week ever since she had met Sue Ann.

  Dax has changed, Caroline thought as he came into the house with Robert. A feeling of surprise came over her. He was grown now, he wasn’t a boy any longer. He was a man. She hadn’t realized that less than a year could make that much difference. The last time she had seen him was a few months before his father had died. She had come to America several months earlier than her brother.

  Now Dax saw her and smiled. She came forward and turned up her cheek for his kiss, French fashion. “How pleasant it is to see you again, Caroline.”

  His voice was deeper too, she thought and alongside him Robert looked like a schoolboy. “I’m so glad to be here to welcome you, Dax. How was your trip?”

  “Bon,” he said, “until we landed. Then the reporters wouldn’t leave me alone.”

  “You see? We have a real celebrity on our hands!”

  Dax smiled deprecatingly at Robert. “Reporters are the same all over. If there isn’t any news they will try to make some.”

  Caroline felt oddly flustered. This wasn’t the boy she had teased in the poolhouse. She had the strange feeling that she would never dare do that again. He raised his head, looking over her toward the staircase. Without turning she knew that Sue Ann had come down. A faint jealousy stirred inside her. The cocotte had spent all morning in front of her mirror, preening herself.

  Caroline turned as Sue Ann came toward them, honey blond and tan. Damn, Caroline cursed silently, why do all American girls have to be so tall? She turned to Dax. “I’d like you to meet my friend, Sue Ann Daley. Sue Ann, this is Dax Xenos.”

  “Enchanté,” Dax said, taking her outstretched hand and kissing it.

  Sue Ann flushed, then looked up at him. “I’m so pleased to meet you, Mistuh Xenos.” Caroline had never heard her Southern drawl so pronounced. “I’ve already heard so much about you.”

  Dax turned to Caroline. Instantly he knew what she was thinking. He felt an inward smile. Serves her right, he thought, she has had it too much all her own way. “Why didn’t you write and tell me there were such beautiful women in America, Caroline? If I had known that I wouldn’t have waited so long.”

  “Women” was the word he had used, not “girls.” Caroline noticed that immediately. He had grown up. Suddenly he seemed beyond her and she grew angry.

  “I would have,” she said, hiding her feelings behind a smile. “But I thought you would be too busy.”

  Dax looked past her at Sue Ann. “If I had only known,” he said, “I never would have been that busy.”

  Fat Cat came into the room while Dax was dressing for dinner. He stood there for a moment, then sat down heavily. “This country is nothing like I thought.”

  Dax smiled. “No Indians? No gangsters?”

  Fat Cat shook his head. “Not any of those. And the accursed heat. One melts in one’s clothing.”

  “You’re always complaining. In France it was the damp and the cold. Don’t worry, in the winter there will be snow up to your ears. You will be cool then.”

  Fat Cat looked at him. “How long are we to stay in this house?”

  Dax turned around. “Why?”

  Fat Cat shrugged. “The French one, your friend’s sister. She doesn’t like me.”

  Dax didn’t answer. He knew better than to differ with Fat Cat’s instincts. “Until we can find a place to live.”

  “It had better be soon,” Fat Cat said ominously.

  Dax turned back to the mirror and finished knotting his tie. “What makes you say that?”

  “The blond one looks at you as if already you are between her legs. And the French one looks at you as if she will kill you once you get there.”

  “You think she’s jealous?”

  Fat Cat nodded. “More than jealous. She is used to having her own way, that one, and she realizes she can no longer be with you as she was in France. Look out!”

  Dax went downstairs and found Robert in the library. “Where are the girls?”

  “Where else?” Robert shrugged. “Dressing. I have an aperitif for you.”

  “Merci.” Dax took the drink and tasted it “Pastis. Ah, C’est bon.”

  Robert smiled. “I thought you could use it.”

  Dax settled back into his chair. “Tell me about America.”

  Robert looked at him. “It’s very different,” he said cautiously. “I don’t mean just different from home. I mean different from what we thought.”

  “I guessed as much.” Dax laughed. “Fat Cat is disappointed. There are no Indians or gangsters.”

  Robert smiled. “I’ll let you in on a secret. So was I when I first got here.” When they had stopped laughing, he turned serious again. “What I’m talking about is the American people. Here at Harvard we meet people like ourselves. Aware of the world and of their part in it. But outside the classrooms, in the streets, they are very different. It does not matter to them what happens anywhere else. Their oceans isolate them from world events.”

  “In a way they are right. They are big oceans, both the Atlantic and the Pacific.”

  “They won’t always be that big!”

  “What about school? Is it difficult?”

  “The classes? Not very. About the same as any other. It’s the other part of school life that is difficult to understand. Their sports. Baseball and football. Basketball. The student who excels in these sports is more valued than the highest scholar.”

  “It is the same at home. It was like that with soccer. And it was the same for me in polo. By the way, is there a polo team?”

  “I do not think so. I have received an invitation from friends to attend the polo games at Meadowbrook.”

  “Meadowbrook?” Dax’s brow wrinkled. “Isn’t that the team Hitchcock plays for?”
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br />   Robert nodded. “I believe so.”

  “I would like to go at least once. I have never seen Hitchcock play.”

  “It’s on Long Island. We would have to take the train to New York or fly. It would make a nice weekend; they asked us to stay with them.”

  “But they don’t even know me.”

  “That’s the way Americans are,” Robert said. “They think nothing of asking a complete stranger into their homes. Dinner, weekend, even to stay a month. It doesn’t seem to matter to them.”

  “They are a strange people.”

  “That isn’t the only invitation. I must have received twenty calls since you arrived. I’m afraid I didn’t realize how much of a celebrity you are.”

  “I’m sorry,” Dax said quickly. “I didn’t mean to intrude on you in this fashion. If it inconveniences you, I will be glad to move to a hotel.”

  “I wouldn’t hear of it. This is the first time since I left France I’ve had someone to talk to.” He put down his drink. “It’s almost like old times. The only thing that is missing is the big Russian.”

  “Sergei?” Dax smiled. “I wonder where he is. I tried to call him several times before I left but he had moved out and left no forwarding address. I thought perhaps he had gone to join his father in Germany.”

  “No, he’s in Switzerland. Caroline had a letter from a friend who saw him there. He seems to have come into some money. He’s driving a big red Mercedes and seems always to be in the company of rich women.”

  Dax’s eyebrow went up. “I guess our friend was more serious than we thought when he said he would marry a rich American!”

  Robert laughed. “He would do better here. You know Caroline’s friend?”

  “Sue Ann?”

  Robert nodded. “She inherited at least fifty million dollars from her grandfather alone. He was the one who started the Penny Saver stores in Atlanta. She’ll get even more when her parents die.”

  “Of course! The Daley Penny Savers. I saw them all over England. But I never made the connection.”

  “They have even more here.” Robert picked up his drink, grinning suddenly. “Can you imagine what Sergei would do with a girl like that?”

  Dax laughed. “He would go out of his royal purple mind.”

  Their sudden shouts of laughter were interrupted by Caroline and Sue Ann coming down for dinner.

  96

  Her voice was soft and slurry. “Honey, nobody, but nobody, eats me the way you do.”

  Dax rolled over on his side and looked up at Sue Ann. Her eyes were almost closed and her mouth partly open. Her long blond hair spilled out over the pillow and her full breasts, with their oddly tiny pink nipples rose gently with her deep breathing.

  “I can’t believe that.”

  Her eyes opened. They were blue and they looked at him with a fierce intensity. “I mean it, Dax. All the others—well, they act as if they didn’t really like eating me, that they were just doing it as a favor.”

  He grinned, reaching for a cigarette. “Well, they’re stupid then.”

  Her hand stopped his and guided it back. She sighed softly. Her eyes closed again. “And when you’re inside me,” she whispered, “man that’s so much livin’ it’s almost like dyin’.”

  He laughed and rolled her on her side, facing away from him, then, almost jackknifing her, pulled her back against him. He felt her shudder as he went inside her.

  “Oh, God!” she cried. “Don’t you ever stop?”

  “Only when you’ve had enough.”

  “I never get enough!” she cried. A frenzied shiver ran through her. “I’m coming again!” She yelled wildly, trying to pull away from him.

  His hands gripped her shoulders, holding her tightly. A moment later her frenzy passed but she kept shivering and squirming. “Don’t stop! I want to come a thousand times.”

  “I won’t stop.”

  Her head fell back against his shoulder and her face twisted around to look up at him. Her eyes were almost closed again and her voice was very low. “No wonder they don’t want you to fuck niggers!”

  He had been long enough in the States to know what she meant. It was all he could do not to hit her. “You dirty cunt!”

  Her eyes closed tight and she pressed herself against him. “That’s right, honey,” she whispered, “eat me, hurt me, talk dirty to me, and fuck me. That’s all I want!”

  Later she took the cigarette from his mouth and placed it between her lips. Slowly she let the smoke trickle through her nostrils. “I’m glad you got this apartment. Caroline never gave us a minute alone.”

  He took another cigarette and lit it without answering.

  “Is Caroline any good?”

  He stared at her. “Why don’t you try her and find out?”

  “You won’t tell me?”

  “Would you like me to talk about you?”

  “Why not?” she retorted. “I talk about you.”

  He laughed. “You’re crazy.”

  “French girls are supposed to be good.”

  He nodded.

  “As good as me?”

  “No one is as good as you.”

  She smiled. “I love it. That’s all I could ever think about. Ever since I was a little girl I couldn’t wait. I used to get excited all the time just thinking about it.”

  “You haven’t changed much.”

  She put her hand on him. “You’re quite a man.” A shadow came across her eyes. “I’m going to miss you.”

  He was surprised. “Miss me? Why?”

  “Mother decided I should go to Switzerland to school. And Daddy says there will be a war soon. Mummy said I had to go right away so I’ll be home before it starts.”

  “When are you leaving?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “So soon?” he asked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  She looked at him. “Would it have made any difference?”

  “No. But…”

  She glanced at her watch then back at him. “There’s just about time for one more.” She dropped her cigarette into the ash tray near the bed.

  Later she stood watching him in the mirror as she finished putting on her lipstick. She smiled.

  “Will you miss me?”

  “A little,” he said. “There aren’t many like you.”

  She came over to the side of the bed and kissed him. “It’s been great hasn’t it?”

  He nodded. “Where was it you said you were going? Switzerland?”

  “Yes.”

  “A good friend of mine may still be there, Sergei Nikovitch. Look him up if you can. Count Nikovitch.”

  Sue Ann’s eyes widened. “Is he a real count?”

  Dax nodded. “A real count, a White Russian. The Communists drove his family out.”

  “I just might do that,” she said quickly, then hesitated. “Is he good looking?”

  “Very handsome. And much bigger than I. He’s six foot three. His father was a Cossack officer.”

  After the door closed behind her, he leaned back in the bed, smiling. Sue Ann was not the type to be alone for long. If anyone was to get anything out of her it might as well be Sergei.

  The telephone beside his bed began to ring. After a few moments he heard Fat Cat pick it up in the other room. He was just lighting another cigarette when Fat Cat opened the door. “Every time the blond one is here the French one telephones.”

  “Caroline?”

  “Is there any other French one here? Are you all right? That other one must be screwing your brains out. I am glad she is going away.”

  “You were listening at the door.”

  “What else is there to do in this dull place?” Fat Cat retorted. “Will you talk to her?”

  “O.K.” Dax picked up the telephone. “Caroline?”

  “I’ve called you three times in the last two hours,” she said, her voice annoyed, “but that stupid man of yours said you were in bed.”

  “That’s right, I am.”

  Her voice was
shocked. “In the middle of the afternoon?”

  “You know South Americans—we like long siestas. Besides, what else is there to do?”

  “Robert has classes all day. He asked me to see if you still plan to go down to the Hadleys’ with us this weekend?”

  “Of course.”

  “We’ll be by at nine tomorrow morning to pick you up.” Dax couldn’t resist annoying her. “Is Sue Ann coming with us?”

  “No,” she answered sharply. Then her voice softened and for the first time he sensed a happy sound to it. “Haven’t you heard? She’s going away.”

  “Away?” He pretended surprise. “Where?”

  “To Europe.” Then Caroline added cattily, “Her parents decided it was about time she got some polish.”

  Dax was still smiling as he put down the telephone.

  “Dax! Dax!” He heard the call and, turning, swam lazily back to shore. A speedboat filled with youngsters started out to sea just as he reached the small dock, its backwash causing him to miss his handhold. A hand reached out and pulled him the rest of the way to his feet. He looked up and saw it was James, Jr., the oldest Hadley brother.

  “Thanks.” He looked after the speedboat. “Your kid brother seems to be having the time of his life.”

  “He is,” Jim said. “He’s busy playing captain. This is the first year Dad has let him take the boat out on his own.”

  He glanced after the rapidly disappearing speedboat and his eyes softened. “He’s only seventeen, you know. Come on up to the beach house. I’ll get you a beer.”

  “Good idea.”

  They stood in the shade, drinking the beer right out of the bottle. Jim squinted at him in the harsh sun. “How do you like it here?”

  “It’s great. You were kind to ask me out.”

  “I don’t mean Hyannis Port,” Jim said. “I mean generally. The States. Boston. Harvard.”

  Dax looked at him. The American’s face was serious. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I haven’t been here long enough to make up my mind. It’s only been six weeks, you know.”

  “I know.” Jim nodded. Then he grinned and there was something warm in the smile that took the sting out of his next words. “And you’ve been seeing Sue Ann Daley. That wouldn’t leave you much time for anything else.”