twenties from his jacket pocket. The five hundred seemed to prove the truth of Ziggy’s vague philosophy. Freddy got up from his chair and moved toward an empty table behind some potted ferns adjacent to the orchestra stand. He sat down and placed green money on a yellow tablecloth. He wasn’t looking at Pearl as she approached the table. From ringside an awed voice was saying, “For one silk stocking she gets half a grand —”
She seated herself at the table. He shoved the money toward her. He said, “There’s your cash. Let’s have the stocking.”
“This a gag?” she asked quietly. Her eyes were somewhat sullen. There was some laughter from the table where Ziggy and some of the others were seated; they now had the notion it was some sort of joke.
Freddy said, “Take off the stocking.”
She looked at the pile of tens and twenties. She said, “Whatcha want the stocking for?”
“Souvenir,” he said.
It was the tone of his voice that did it. Her face paled. She started to shake her head very slowly, as though she couldn’t believe him.
“Yes,” he said, with just the trace of a sigh. “It’s all over, Pearl. It’s the end of the line.”
She went on shaking her head. She couldn’t talk.
He said, “I’ll hang the stocking in my bedroom.”
She was biting her lip. “It’s a long time till Christmas.”
“For some people it’s never Christmas.”
“Freddy—” She leaned toward him. “What’s it all about? Why’re you doing this?”
He shrugged. He didn’t say anything.
Her eyes were getting wet. “You won’t even give me a reason?”
All he gave her was a cool smile. Then his head was turned and he saw the faces at Ziggy’s table and then he focused on the face of the large man who stood behind the table. He saw the iron in the eyes of Herman Charn. He told himself he was doing what Herman had told him to do. And just then he felt the quiver in his insides. It was mostly in the spine, as though his spine was gradually turning to jelly.
He spoke to himself without a sound. He said,
Pearl was saying, “All right, Freddy, if that’s the way it is.”
He nodded very slowly.
Pearl bent over and took the stocking off her leg. She placed the stocking on the table. She picked up the five hundred, counted it off to make sure it was all there.
Then she stood up and said, “No charge, mister. I’d rather keep the memories.”
She put the tens and twenties on the tablecloth and walked away. Freddy glanced off to the side and saw a soft smile on the face of Herman Charn.
The floorshow had ended and Freddy was still sitting there at the table. There was a bottle of bourbon in front of him. It had been there for less than twenty minutes and already it was half empty. There was also a pitcher of ice water and the pitcher was full. He didn’t need a chaser because he couldn’t taste the whiskey. He was drinking the whiskey from the water glass.
A voice said, “Freddy —”
And then a hand tugged at his arm. He looked up and saw Ziggy sitting beside him.
He smiled at Ziggy. He motioned toward the bottle and shot glass and said, “Have a drink.”
Ziggy shrugged. “I might as well while I got the chance. At the rate you’re going, that bottle’ll soon be empty.”
“It’s very good bourbon,” Freddy said.
“Yeah?” Ziggy was pouring a glass for himself. He swished the liquor into his mouth. Then, looking closely at Freddy, “You don’t care whether it’s good or not. You’d be gulping it if it was shoe polish.”
Freddy was staring at the tablecloth. “Let’s go somewhere and drink some shoe polish.”
Ziggy tugged again at Freddy’s arm. He said, “Come out of it.”
“Come out of what?”
“The clouds,” Ziggy said. “You’re in the clouds.”
“It’s nice in the clouds,” Freddy said. “I’m up here having a dandy time. I’m floating.”
“Floating? You’re drowning.” Ziggy pulled urgently at his arm, to get Iris hand away from a water glass filled with whiskey. “You’re not a drinker, Freddy. What do you want to do, drink yourself into a hospital?”
Freddy grinned. He aimed the grin at nothing in particular. For some moments he sat there motionless. Then he reached into his jacket pocket and took out the silk stocking. He showed it to Ziggy and said, “Look what I got.”
“Yeah,” Ziggy said. “I seen her give it to you. What’s the score on that routine?”
“No score,” Freddy said. He went on grinning. “It’s a funny way to end a game. Nothing on the scoreboard. Nothing at all.”
Ziggy frowned. “You trying to tell me something?”
Freddy looked at the whiskey in the water glass. He said, “I packed her in.”
“No,” Ziggy said. His tone was incredulous. “Not Pearl. Not that pigeon. That ain’t no ordinary merchandise. You wouldn’t walk out on Pearl unless you had a very special reason.”
“It was special, all right.”
“Tell me about it, Freddy.” There was something plaintive in Ziggy’s voice, a certain feeling for Freddy that he couldn’t put into words. The closest he could get to it was: “After all, I’m on your side, ain’t I?”
“No,” Freddy said. The grin was slowly fading. “You’re on Herman’s side.” He gazed past Ziggy’s head. “We’re all on Herman’s side.”
“Herman? What’s he got to do with it?”
“Everything,” Freddy said. “Herman’s the boss, remember?” He looked at the swollen fingers of Ziggy’s right hand. “If Herman wants something done, it’s got to be done. He gave me orders to break with Pearl. He’s the employer and I’m the hired man, so I did what I had to do. I carried out his orders.”
Ziggy was quiet for some moments. Then, very quietly, “Well, it figures he wants her for himself. But it don’t seem right. It just ain’t fair.”
“Don’t make me laugh,” Freddy said. “Who the hell are we to say what’s fair?”
“We’re human, aren’t we?”
“No,” Freddy said. He gazed past Ziggy’s head. “I don’t know what we are. But I know one thing, we’re not human. We can’t afford to be human, not in this line of business.”
Ziggy didn’t get it. It was just a little too deep for him. All he could say was “You getting funny ideas?”
“I’m not reaching for them, they’re just coming to me.”
“Take another drink,” Ziggy said.
“I’d rather have the laughs.” Freddy showed the grin again. “It’s really comical, you know? Especially this thing with Pearl. I was thinking of calling it quits anyway. You know how it is with me, Ziggy. I never like to be tied down to one skirt. But tonight Pearl said something that spun me around. We were talking outside the club and she brought it in out of left field. She asked me to take her for a walk in the park.”
Ziggy blinked a few times. “What?”
“A walk in the park,” Freddy said.
“What for?” Ziggy wanted to know. “She gettin’ square all of a sudden? She wanna go around picking flowers?”
“I don’t know,” Freddy said. “All she said was ‘It’s very nice in Fairmount Park.’ She asked me to take her there and we’d be together in the park, just taking a walk.”
Ziggy pointed to the glass. “You better take that drink.”
Freddy reached for the glass. But someone else’s hand was there first. He saw the thick soft fingers, the soft green glow of the star emerald. As the glass of whiskey was shoved out of his reach, he looked up and saw the soft smile on the face of Herman Charn.
“Too much liquor is bad for the kidneys,” Herman said. He bent down lower to peer at Freddy’s eyes. “You look knocked out, Freddy. There’s a soft couch in the office. Go in there and lie down for a while.”
Freddy got up from the chair. He was somewhat unsteady on his feet. Herman took his arm and helped him make it down the aisle, past the tables to the door of the office. He could feel the pressure of Herman’s hand on his arm. It was very soft pressure but somehow it felt like a clamp of iron biting into his flesh.
