you’ll forgive me, walking out on you like that. May I come and see you and apologize?”
By the time she received the letter I had fixed up a three-room apartment on Franklin
Boulevard, a quiet district in Lincoln Beach, and that’s where I told her to write.
With a hundred dollars and all found I wasn’t exactly broke, but I wasn’t rolling it in. I did
a little gambling now and then, playing on one of the crooked tables. The croupiers let me
win, and every so often I picked up a couple of hundred bucks when I needed it most. But I
didn’t drive it into the ground. I was careful not to take too much off the house. I argued it
was a good thing for the suckers to see the boss win now and then, and that was my story if
someone tipped Della what was happening.
With my hundred bucks and the odd money I won’t just about afforded the rent of the
apartment and its running expenses.
I told Ginny I had been transferred from the Pittsburgh office of the insurance company I
was working for, and had been given the job of starting an office in Lincoln Beach.
I made out I was working every hour of the day, trying to get things started, and she
believed me. I hated lying to her, but there was no other way round it. I was in love with her.
I wanted to marry her, but before I could do that I had to have money, and I had to have my
freedom.
If Ginny hadn’t had such a good job, it might have been easier. I felt I couldn’t ask her to
run off with me until I had enough money to take care of us both. I played it wrong. Knowing
what I know now, she would have gone with me if I hadn’t a cent. But you find out that kind
of thing too late: anyway, I did.
Whenever Della went over to Bay Street, I’d skip into the Buick and beat it down to
Franklin Boulevard. I’d call Ginny on the phone, and she’d either come over or I’d go over to
her place. I heard a lot of music while I was with her, and when she was with me, we played
chess. That’s a game I had never played, and she taught me. Don’t think I hadn’t other ideas
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in my head when I was alone with her, besides listening to music or playing chess, but that’s
the way she wanted it to be, and that’s the way it was. Some evenings we went to Raul’s. I
figured we were safe there. It wasn’t the kind of place Della would ever show up in, nor were
we likely to run into anyone from the casino there.
I soon found out that Ginny was as much in love with me as I was with her. Her two weeks
stay at the beach cabin was coming to an end. That worried both of us.
“What shall we do, Johnny?” she asked. We were at the Franklin Boulevard apartment.
“Just how soon do you think we can get married?”
We had got that far in eleven days.
I had been beating my brains out on the same problem. I had two things to do before I
could marry her. I had to get my hands on a large sum of money, and I had to find some place
where we could go where Della wouldn’t think of looking for us.
When Della had dragged me into this set-up she had promised me a quarter of a million.
“Word of honour,” she had said. I had carried out my part of the bargain, but she hadn’t
carried out hers. I now considered that quarter of a million was mine by right. If she wouldn’t
give it to me, I was going to take it. But before I could lay my hands on it I had to find out the
combination of the safe, and that wasn’t easy. There was half a million in cash in that safe,
and it was a good one. Unless I found the combination I had no more chance of breaking into
it than I had of swimming the Atlantic.
It was a problem, and I didn’t know how to solve it. All I could hope for was to hang on
and wait for a break. The other thing I had to do before I married Ginny wasn’t anything like
so difficult. I had that already doped out: where to go when the time came.
I figured I could lose myself in Cuba. The moment I got my hands on the money, I’d
charter a plane, and Ginny and I would fly to Cuba. I reckoned we’d be safe there. Della
wouldn’t think to look for me in Cuba, and even if she did, and even if she found me, there
was nothing she could do about it.
So when Ginny said, “Just how soon can we get married?” I had part of the answer ready
for her.
I told her I thought in about six weeks.
“My boss has told me if I make a success here,” I said, “he’s going to give me the
manager’s job at our branch in Havana. It’ll be a fine job, Ginny. We’ll have all the money
we need. You won’t have to work any more. How do you like the idea of living in Cuba?”
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She said she didn’t mind where she lived so long as I was with her.
.Every now and then I got scared, wondering how I was going to make good oh the lies I
was telling her, but it was no good worrying about that. The things I had to worry about were
getting the safe open and getting away from Della.
When I wasn’t with Ginny I worked at the casino. I got a big bang out of running the place.
Every morning I called a meeting with Della in the chair. I insisted that Louis, the head chef,
the top croupier, the housekeeper and the wine steward should sit around the conference
table. Della didn’t like the idea, but she soon found I was right. We got ideas from these
people. They had never been consulted before, and they liked being consulted, and they gave
out ideas that meant more money in the kitty. I had ideas, too. I had a piece of ground cleared
and had a helicopter landing-ground constructed. I fixed with a Miami airport for a taxi
service of helicopters to fly a shuttle service from Miami to Lincoln Beach. If our people got
bored with the casino they could hop over to Miami, and if the playboys and girls in Miami
wanted a change, they could hop over to us.
I got that idea going in the first week, and it paid dividends.
Another idea I had was to hook up with the local television station and put the casino on the
air. We had a good band and cabaret every evening, and I fixed it we had a nightly spot which
I gave free in return for the publicity.
“I wouldn’t have believed you had it in you, Johnny,” Della said one night. We were
together in her cabin. She had just got back from Bay Street, and I had just beaten her by five
minutes from Ginny’s place. “That television idea of yours is goingfine.”
“Yeah, it is. How about a token of appreciation? How about that quarter of a million you
promised me - word of honour? I can invest it as well as you.”
She gave me her silky smile. I knew it was a waste of time,
but every so often I punched it home.
“Have patience, Johnny. You’ll get it,”
“When?”
“Come here, darling.”
That was the part I hated. Making love to her when she crooked her finger. But I had to do
it. I had to keep her away from Ginny. So long as I made out I was crazy about her I figured I
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was safe. So I made out I was crazy about her.
There were nights when I slept in my own cabin, and it was then, when I lay alone in the
darkness, that I thought about Reisner. Della had said I’d forget about him after a week, but I
didn’t. I kept thinking of him. I even dreamed about him; imagining him outside the cabin
with his cut eye and smashe
d face, looking at me through the window.
I thought about Hame, too. He knew the set-up. I could tell; that by the way he looked at
me. He knew the lions hadn’t killed Reisner, although he didn’t say so in so many words.
“It’s a funny thing,” he said to me on the morning after they had found Reisner’s body in
the pit, “but that guy had been dead at least eight hours before those lions mauled him. Isn’t
that a funny thing?”
I said it was.
We stood looking at each other for perhaps half a minute, then he turned and walked away.
I told Della.
“He won’t do anything, Johnny,” she said, completely unruffled. “It’s too late now. He
won’t do anything.”
And he didn’t.
But whenever I met him I knew he knew, and he knew I knew he knew. He was getting
seven-fifty a week from us now, and I wondered how long it would be before he wanted
more. That kind always wanted more sooner or later. Luckily for us we had more to give.
Even if we gave him twice that amount, it wouldn’t hurt us. We were coining money, or
rather she was. I knew she was making much more than she expected, because every now and
then she’d give me an expensive present.
“Conscience money, darling,” she said. “You really are doing a job of work here.”
A couple of weeks later Ginny moved out of the beach cabin. She was going to work at the
store in Miami for a while, and then she was going to Key West to make sketches of the turtle
crawls down there. She wasn’t sure just when she would be going, but she promised to call
me.
Well, that was the set-up nearly five weeks after Reisner had died. I was skating on thin ice,
but up to now the ice wasn’t even cracking. I was feeling pretty confident. I had got away
with murder. I had outsmarted Della. I was in love with Ginny, and, more important, she was
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in love with me. On the face of it, it didn’t look bad.
Then Ricca showed up from Los Angeles.
VI
Della and I knew, sooner or later, Ricca would turn up, and we were ready for him. We had
already had a cable, addressed to Reisner, from Levinsky, saying Wertham hadn’t arrived in
Paris. We guessed a similar cable had been sent to Ricca.
Hoping to gain a little more time, we had cabled back that Wertham had broken his journey
and was in London. We signed the cable Reisner. We had expected Ricca would telephone
from Los Angeles, but he didn’t. He must have suspected something was wrong, for he came
without warning.
I was alone in the office working out a new idea I had for the swimming-pool. I planned to
scrap the overhead lights and put in coloured lights in the floor of the bath. I reckoned that’d
be a novelty, and Della agreed.
It was a half-hour after noon: a good time to work as the staff was busy preparing for the
lunch rush, and the customers were busy in the bar.
I didn’t hear him come in. I learned later he had a trick of moving around like a ghost. I
looked up to find him standing a few feet away from me. He gave me quite a start. He wasn’t
anything like I had imagined him to be, but I guessed at once who he was.
I had formed a picture of him in my mind. I had imagined him to be big and tough the way
I had imagined Reisner would be. But he was nothing like that. He was short and fat: like two
rubber balls; one on top of the other. He was pot-bellied and his legs were thick and short.
His shoulders were nearly a yard wide. He wore his thinning black hair long and plastered to
his head, spreading it out carefully, but there wasn’t nearly enough of it to hide the dark skin
that showed between the strands of hair like the trellis work of a fence. His face was round
and fat and mottled with small veins that stamped him a drunk. He had snake’s eyes, flat,
glittering and as lifeless as glass. His lips were thick and set in a meaningless and perpetual
smile.
“I’m Ricca,” he said. “Where’s Nick?”
My foot touched a button under my desk that connected up with a buzzer in Della’s room.
We had agreed only to use the buzzer as a signal that Ricca had arrived.
“In a little urn on the shelf in the crematorium,” I said, and eased back my chair.
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His expression did not change, nor did his smile go away. He put a pudgy hand on the back
of a chair and pulled it towards him, then he lowered himself into it and puffed breath across
the desk at me.
“You mean he’s dead?”
I said I meant he was dead,
“That’s very interesting. And who are you?”
I opened a desk drawer and took out a box of cigarettes. I left the drawer half open. I had a
.45 Colt automatic lying in there. All I had to do was to dip into the drawer and grab it if there
was trouble. We had Ricca’s reception pretty well worked out.
“I’m the guy who’s running this joint,” I said.
“That’s interesting, too.” His snake’s eyes went to the half-open drawer. From where he sat
he couldn’t see the gun, but; that didn’t mean he didn’t know it was there. “And who put you
in charge?”
“I did,” Della said from the doorway.
“That’s also interesting,” he said without looking round. He kept his eyes on me. “Where’s
Paul?”
Della came around the desk and stood behind me, facing Ricca.
“How are you, Jack?” she said. “It’s a long time no see. How’s Los Angeles?”
Ricca crossed his fat legs. He was careful to keep his hands folded across his belly. It began
to dawn on me he was dangerous. His smile was as wide and as meaningless as before, and
his expression hadn’t changed. He couldn’t have known Della was here. He had just learned
Reisner was dead. But neither of these items had dented him.
“Answering from left to right,” he said, his eyes still on me. “I’m fine. It sure is a long time
no see. Los Angeles is fine. Where’s Paul?”
“He’s dead,” she told him.
His expression didn’t change, nor did his smile shrink.
“And I always thought Lincoln Beach was a healthy town. Well, well, he had to die some
time, I guess. What happened to him? Did he catch cold or was he helped off this earth?”
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“He was killed in a car smash.”
He raised his right hand slowly and examined his fingernails.
“So you got yourself a young man and took over the casino?” he said, as if he were
speaking to himself.
“That’s just what I did,” Della said calmly. “And there’s nothing you can do about it, Jack.”
His smile widened.
“I always thought you were a smart girl, Della,” he said placidly. “Anyone else beside you
two know he’s dead?”
“No. It’s better it should dawn on them slowly.”
Ricca nodded his ball-like head.
“Much better.” He pointed a short, fat finger at me. “And who’s this?”
“That’s Johnny. For convenience he’s, known here as Johnny Ricca.”
Ricca continued to smile. He nodded to me.
“That’s very smart. Of course Nick was under the impression this young man was me.”
We didn’t say anything.
“You’re a smart guy to get yourself on board this gravy train,” he went on.
“And I’m smart enough to keep other
people off it,” I said. Even then his smile didn’t fade.
Della sat on the edge of the desk. She lit a cigarette.
“Look, Jack. Let’s put our cards on the table,” she said. “Paul’s dead. That leaves you,
Levinsky, Johnny and me. Levinsky has the Paris set-up. You have Los Angeles. We have
Lincoln Beach. There’s no reason why any of us should get in each other’s way. It’s a natural
carve-up. What do you say?”
“I think you’ve worked it out pretty well.” Ricca said. “Are you sure this guy can handle
the job?”
I edged my hand towards the drawer. This could be the curtain-raiser to trouble.
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“I’m sure of that, Jack. He has a flair for the job. He’s like Paul.”
That startled me, because she sounded as if she meant it.
Ricca nodded, his eyes on my hand.
I guess that fixes it, then. I’m not complaining. I like smart people, and I guess you two are
pretty smart.”
Della relaxed a little, but I didn’t.
“Mind if I stick around for a couple of days?” Ricca went on. “I’d like to look the joint
over.”
“Why, sure, Jack, we’d love to have you,” Della said, before I could chip in. “Come on
outside and have a drink. Coming, Johnny?”
“Right now I’m busy,” I said. “Suppose we get together for lunch around half-past one?”
“Right.”
Ricca got to his feet. Before I could shut the drawer he leaned forward and peered in.
“Smart fella,” he said, beaming on me. “I like a guy who knows how to take care of
himself. Be seeing you.”
He held the door open for Della. I sat still watching him. It wasn’t until he had shut the
door that I slammed the drawer to. I found I was sweating a little, and my heart was bearing
faster than normal.
I trusted that guy like I’d trust a tiger. He was too smooth. That stuff about having no
complaint was so much eye-wash. No one, especially his kind, was going to be gypped out of
a joint like this without some come-back.
I sat thinking for some minutes, then I got up and went over to the window. From there I
could see part of the terrace. They were out there. He was still smiling, but he was talking,
too. He was talking fast and waving his fat hands, and Della was listening; her eyes on his
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