rs.inthebestfamelies-第31章

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　　Rackham　was　living　at　the　Churchill；　in　an　air…conditioned　suite　in　the　tower。　During　the　first　week　we　piled　quite　a　biography　of　him。　He　never　stuck　his　nose　outside　before　one　o'clock；　and　once　not　until　four。
　　His　ports　of　call　included　two　banks；　a　law　office；　nine　bars；　two　clubs；　a　barber　shop；　seven　other　shops　and　stores；　three　restaurants；　three　theaters；　two　night　spots；　and　miscellaneous。　He　usually　ate　lunch　with　a　man　or　men；　and　dinner　with　a　woman。　Not　the　same　woman；　three　different　ones　during　the　week。　As　described　by　my　operatives；　they　were　a　credit　to　their　sex；　to　the　American　way　of　life；　and　to　the　International　Ladie's　Garment　Worker's　Union。
　　I　took　on　a　little　of　it　myself；　but　mostly　I　left　it　to　the　help。　Not　that　I　loafed。　There　were　quite　a　few　hours　with　Lily　Rowan；　off　and　on；　both　as　a　substitute　for　the　trip　to　Norway；　indefinitely　postponed；　and　as　a　check　on　the　soundness　of　the　estimate　of　her　I　had　given　Wolfe。　She　caused　me　no　qualms。　Once　when　we　were　dancing　she　sighed　for　Pete；　and　once　at　her　apartment　she　said　she　would　love　to　help　some　more　with　my　work；　but　when　I　tactfully　made　it　plain　that　the　detective　business　was　not　on　our　agenda　she　took　it　nicely　and　let　it　lay。
　　There　were　other　things；　including　the　reports　on　Rackham　to　be　typed。
　　Late　every　afternoon　Max　Christy　called　at　my　office　to　get　the　report　of　the　day　before；　and　he　would　sit　and　read　it　and　ask　questions。　When　he　got　critical；　I　would　explain　patiently　that　I　couldn't　very　well　post　a　man　at　the　door　of　Rackham's　suite　to　take　pictures　of　all　the　ers　and　goers；　and　that　we　were　scoring　better　than　eighty　per　cent　on　all　his　hours　outside；　which　was　exceptional　for　New　York　tailing。
　　I　had　the　advantage；　of　course；　of　having　had　the　situation　described　to　me　by　their　Pete　Roeder。　They　were　worried　a　little　about　Westchester；　but　more　about　the　city。　Shortly　after　he　had　bee　a　millionaire　by　way　of　a　steak　knife；　whoever　had　used　it；　Rackham　had　got　word　to　Zeck　that　he　was　no　longer　available　for　contacts。　Brownie　Costigan　had　got　to　Rackham；　thinking　to　put　the　bee　on　him；　and　had　been　tossed　out　on　his　ear。　The　stink　being　raised　in　Washington　on　gambling　and　rackets；　and　the　resulting　enthusiasm　in　the　office　of　the　New　York　County　District　Attorney；　had　started　an　epidemic　of　jitters；　and　it　was　quite　possible　that　if　one　of　my　typed　reports　had　told　of　a　visit　by　Rackham　to　the　DA's　office；　or　of　one　by　an　assistant　DA　to　Rackham's　suite；　Rackham　would　have　had　a　bad　accident；　like　getting　run　over　or　falling　into　the　river　with　lead　in　him。　That　was　why　Wolfe　had　given　me　careful　and　explicit　instructions　about　what　I　should　report　and　what　I　shouldn't。
　　I　had　no　sight　or　sound　of　Wolfe。　He　was　to　let　me　know　if　and　when　there　was　something　stirring；　and　I　had　been　told　how　to　reach　him　if　I　had　to。
　　Meanwhile　I　had　my　schedule；　and　on　the　ninth　day；　a　Friday；　the　first　of　September；　it　called　for　a　move。　Things　looked　right　for　it。　Saul；　on　instructions；　had　let　himself　get　spotted　once；　and　Orrie　twice；　and　Fred；　without　instructions；　at　least　three　times。　I　too　had　cooperated　by　letting　myself　be　seen　at　the　entrance　of　the　Crooked　Circle　one　night　as　Rackham　emerged　with　panions。　So　Friday　at　five　o'clock；　when　Saul　phoned　that　the　subject　had　entered　the　Romance　Bar　on　49th　Street；　I　went　for　a　walk；　found　Saul　window…shopping；　told　him　to　go　home　to　his　wife　and　children；　moseyed　along　to　the　Romance　Bar　entrance；　and　went　on　in。
　　Business　was　rushing；　with　as　many　as　five　at　a　table　the　size　of　a　dishpan。
　　Making　no　survey；　I　found　a　place　at　the　long　bar　where　two　customers　were　carelessly　leaving　enough　room　for　a　guy　to　get　an　elbow　through；　and　took　the　opening。　After　a　while　the　bartender　admitted　I　was　there　and　let　me　buy　a　highball。　I　took　a　casual　look　around；　saw　Rackham　at　a　table　with　a　pair　of　males；　turned　my　back　that　way；　and　got　his　range　in　the　mirror。
　　I　did　not　really　expect　a　bite　at　the　very　first　try；　I　thought　it　might　take　two　or　three　exposures。　But　evidently　he　was　ripe。　I　was　in　the　middle　of　my　second　highball　when　my　mirror　view　showed　me　the　trio　getting　up　and　squeezing　through　the　mob　to　the　clear。　I　dropped　my　chin　and　looked　at　my　thumb。　They　went　on　by；　toward　the　door；　and　I　turned　to　watch　their　manly　backs。　As　soon　as　they　were　out　I　followed；　and；　on　the　sidewalk；　immediately　turned　right；　thinking　to　reconnoiter　from　the　shop　entrance　next　door。　But　I　was　still　two　paces　from　it　when　there　was　a　voice　at　my　elbow。
　　〃Here　I　am；　Goodwin。〃
　　I　turned　to　face　him；　looking　mildly　startled。　〃Oh；　hello。〃
　　〃What's　the　idea？〃　he　demanded。
　　〃Which　one？〃　I　asked　politely。　〃There's　so　many　around。〃
　　〃There　are　indeed。　You　and　three　others　that　I　know　of。　Who　wants　to　know　so　much　about　me？〃
　　〃Search　me。〃　I　was　sympathetic。　〃Why；　are　you　being　harassed？〃
　　Color　had　started　to　show　in　his　face；　and　the　muscles　of　his　jaw　were　called　upon。　His　right　shoulder　twitched。
　　〃Not　here　on　the　street；〃　I　suggested。　〃A　crowd　will　collect；　especially　after　I　react。　See　that　man　turning　to　look？　You're　standing　like　Jack　Dempsey。〃
　　He　relaxed　a　little。　〃I　think　I　know；〃　he　said。
　　〃Good　for　you。　Then　I'm　not　needed。〃
　　〃I　want　to　have　a　talk　with　you。〃
　　〃Go　ahead。〃
　　〃Not　here。　At　my　place…the　Churchill。〃
　　〃I　think　I　have　a　free　hour　next　Tuesday。〃
　　〃Now。　We'll　go　there　now。〃
　　I　shrugged。　〃Not　together。　You　lead　the　way；　and　I'll　tag　along。〃
　　He　turned　and　marched。　I　gave　him　twenty　paces　and　then　followed。　It　takes　the　strain　off　of　tailing　a　man　to　have　a　date　with　him；　and　since　we　had　only　a　few　blocks　to　go　it　would　have　been　merely　a　pleasant　little　stroll　if　he　hadn't　been　in　such　a　hurry。　I　had　to　use　my　full　stride　to　keep　my　distance。　As　we　neared　the　Churchill　I　closed　in　a　little；　and　when　he　entered　an　elevator　I　was　there　ready　for　the　next　one。
　　He　had　a　er　suite　at　the　setback；　which　gave　him　a　terrace　and　also　a　soundbreak　for　the　street　noises。　It　was　cool　and　quiet　in　his　big　sitting　room；　with　light　blue　summer　rugs　and　pretty　pictures　and　light　blue　slipcovers　on　the　furniture。　While　he　adjusted　Venetian　blinds　I　glanced　around；　and　when　he　was　through　I　told　him；　〃Very　nice。　A　good　place　for　a　heartto…heart　talk。〃
　　〃What　will　you　have　to　drink？〃
　　〃Nothing；　thanks。　I　had　my　share　at　the　bar；　and　anyway　I　don't　drink　with　people　I'm　tailing。〃
　　I　was　in　a　fortable　chair；　and　he　pulled　a　smaller　one　around　to　face　me。　〃You've　got　your　own　office　now；〃　he　stated。
　　I　nodded。　〃Doing　pretty　well。　Of　course；　summer's　the　slack　season。　After　Labor　Day　they'll　start　ing　back　and　bringing　their　troubles　along。〃
　　〃You　didn't　take　on　that　job　for　Mrs。　Frey。〃
　　〃How　could　I？〃　I　upturned　a　palm。　〃No　one　would　speak　to　me。〃
　　〃You　can't　blame　them。〃　He　got　out　a　cigarette　and　lit　it；　and　his　hands　were　almost　steady　but　not　quite。　〃Look；　Goodwin。　There　on　the　street　I　nearly　lost　my　head　for　a　second。　You're　merely　doing　what　you're　paid　for。〃
　　〃Right；〃　I　said　approvingly。　〃People　resent　detectives　more　than　they　do　doctors　or　plumbers；　I　don't　see　why。　We're　all　trying　to　make　it　a　better　world。〃
　　〃Certainly。　Who　are　you　working　for？〃
　　〃Me。〃
　　〃Who　pays　you　to　work　for　you？〃
　　I　shook　my　head。　〃Better　start　over。　Show　a　gun　or　a　steak　knife　or　something。　Even　if　I'm　not　hard　to　persuade；　I　must　keep　up　appearances。〃
　　He　licked　his　lips。　Apparently　that　was　his　substitute　for　counting　ten；　but　if　so　it　didn't　work；　for　he　sprang　up；　towering　over　me；　making　fists。
　　I　moved　nothing　but　my　head；　jerking　it　back　to　focus　on　his　face。
　　〃It's　a　bad　angle；〃　I　assured　him。　〃If　you　swing　from　up　there　I'll　duck　and　hit　your　knees；　and　you'll　lose　your　balance。〃
　　He　held　it　a　second；　then　his　fists　became　hands；　and　he　stooped　to　use　one　of　them　to　recover　the　cigarette　he　had　dropped　on　the　rug。　He　sat　down；　took　a　drag；　inhaled；　and　let　it　out。
　　〃You　talk　too　much；　Goodwin。〃
　　〃No；〃　I　disagreed；　〃not　too　much；　but　too　rrankly；　maybe。　Perhaps　I　shouldn't　have　mentioned　a　steak　knife；　but　I　was　irritated。　I　might　na