The old man raised up on his elbows. 'Whar she at?'
'Don't tease him,' Inky said.
'Lie down and shut,' Sheik said. 'I told you before we wouldn't have nothing for you tonight.' Then to his henchmen, 'Come on, you jokers, hurry up.'
They began stripping off their disguises. Beneath their white robes they wore sweat shirts and black slacks. The beards were put on with make-up gum.
Without their disguises they looked like three high-school students.
Sheik was a tall yellow boy with strange yellow eyes and reddish kinky hair. He had the broad-shouldered, trimwaisted figure of an athlete. His face was broad, his nose flat with wide, flaring nostrils, and his skin freckled. He looked disagreeable.
Choo-Choo was shorter, thicker and darker, with the egg-shaped head and flat, mobile face of the born joker. He was bowlegged and pigeon-toed but fast on his feet.
Inky was an inconspicuous boy of medium size, with a mild, submissive manner, and black as the ace of spades.
'Where's the gun?' Choo-Choo asked when he didn't see it stuck in Sheik's belt.
'I slipped it to Bones.'
'What's he going to do with it?'
'Shut up and quit questioning what I do.'
'Where you reckon they all went to, Sheik?' Inky asked, trying to be peacemaker.
'They went home if they got sense,' Sheik said.
The old man on the pallet watched them fold their disguises into small packages.
'Not even a little taste of King Kong,' he whined.
'Naw, nothing!' Sheik said.
The old man raised up on his elbows. 'What do you mean, naw? I'll throw you out of here. I'se the janitor. I'll take my keys away from you. I'll-'
'Shut your mouth before I shut it and if any cops come messing around down here you'd better keep it shut too. I'll have something for you tomorrow.'
'Tomorrow? A bottle?'
The old man lay back mollified.
'Come on,' Sheik said to the others.
As they were leaving he snatched a ragged army overcoat from a nail on the door without the janitor noticing. He stopped Sonny in the passage and took the noose from about his neck, then looped the overcoat over the handcuffs. It looked as though Sonny were merely carrying an overcoat with both hands.
'Now nobody'll see those cuffs,' Sheik said. Turning to Inky, he said, 'You go up first and see how it looks. If you think we can get by the cops without being stopped, give us the high sign.'
Inky went up the rotten wooden stairs and through the doorway to the ground-floor hall. After a minute he opened the door and beckoned.
They went up in single file.
Strangers who'd ducked into the building to escape the shooting were held there by two uniformed cops blocking the outside doorway. No one paid any attention to Sonny and the three gangsters. They kept on going to the top floor.
Sheik unlocked a door with another key on his ring, and led the way into a kitchen.
An old colored woman clad in a faded blue Mother Hubbard with darker blue patches sat in a rocking chair by a coal-burning kitchen stove, darning a threadbare man's woolen sock on a wooden egg, and smoking a corncob pipe.
'Is that you, Caleb?' she asked, looking over a pair of ancient steel-rimmed spectacles.
'It's just me and Choo-Choo and Inky,' Sheik said.
'Oh, it's you, Samson.' The very note of expectancy in her voice died in disappointment. 'Whar's Caleb?'
'He went to work downtown in a bowling alley, Granny. Setting up pins,' Sheik said.
'Lord, that chile is always out working at night,' she said with a sigh. 'I sho hope God he ain't getting into no trouble with all this night work, 'cause his old Granny is too old to watch over him as a mammy would.'
She was so old the color had faded in spots from her dark brown skin so that it looked like the skin of a dried speckled pea, and once-brown eyes had turned milky blue. Her bony cranium was bald at the front and the speckled skin was taut against the skull. What remained of her short gray hair was gathered into a small tight ball at the back of her head. The outline of each finger bone plying the darning needle was plainly visible through the transparent parchment-like skin.
'He ain't getting into no trouble,' Sheik said.
Inky and Choo-Choo pushed Sonny into the kitchen and closed the door.
Granny peered over her spectacles at Sonny. 'I don't know this boy. Is he a friend of Caleb's too?'
'He's the fellow Caleb is taking his place,' Sheik said. 'He hurt his hands.'
She pursed her lips. 'There's so many of you boys coming and going in here all the time I sho hope you ain't getting into no mischief. And this new boy looks older than you others is.'
'You worry too much,' Sheik said harshly.
'Hannh?'
'We're going on to our room,' Sheik said. 'Don't wait up for Caleb. He's going to be late.'
'Hannh?'
'Come on,' Sheik said. 'She ain't hearing no more.'
It was a shotgun flat, one room opening into the other. The next room contained two small white enameled iron beds where Caleb and his grandmother slept, and a small potbellied stove on a tin mat in one corner. A table held a pitcher and washbowl; there was a small dime-store mirror on top of a chest of drawers. As in the kitchen, everything was spotlessly clean.
'Give me your things and watch out for Granny,' Sheik said, taking their bundled-up disguises.
Choo-Choo bent his head to the keyhole.
Sheik unlocked a large old cedar chest with another key from his ring and stored their bundles beneath layers of old blankets and house furnishings. It was Granny's hope chest; there she stored things given her by the white folks she worked for to give Caleb when he got married. Sheik locked the chest and unlocked the door to the next room. They followed him and he locked the door behind them.
It was the room he and Choo-Choo rented. There was a double bed where he and Choo-Choo slept, chest of drawers and mirror, pitcher and bowl on the table, as in the other room. The corner was curtained off with calico for a closet. But a lot of junk lay around and it wasn't as clean.
A narrow window opened to the platform of the redpainted iron fire escape that ran down the front of the building. It was protected by an iron grille closed by a padlock.
Sheik unlocked the grille and stepped out onto the fire escape.
'Look at this,' he said.
Choo-Choo joined him; Inky and Sonny squeezed into the window.
'Watch the captive, Inky,' Sheik said.
'I ain't no captive,' Sonny said.
'Just look,' Sheik said, pointing toward the street.
Below, on the broad avenue, red-eyed prowl cars were scattered thickly, like monster ants about an ant-hill. Three ambulances were threading through the maze, two police hearses, and cars from the police commissioner's office and the medical examiner's office. Uniformed cops and men in plain clothes were coming and going in every direction.
'The men from Mars,' Sheik said. 'The big dragnet. What you think about that, Choo-Choo?'
Choo-Choo was busy counting.
The lower landings and stairs of the fire escape were packed with other people watching the show. Every front window as far as the eye could see on both sides of the street was jammed with black heads.
'I counted thirty-one prowl cars,' Choo-Choo said. 'That's more than was up on Eighth Avenue when Coffin Ed got that acid throwed in his eyes.'
