'Yes, boss,' Carlos said; the surprise in his voice made Alsconi grin evilly.
A faint sound behind him as he sat with his back to the tree, made Willie's hand fly to the inside of his coat and jerk out his .38. He rolled over, bringing the gun into a firing position.
Jacopo who had come out from behind the shrubs came to an abrupt standstill.
'That's the way numbskulls get shot,' Willie snarled. 'Why didn't you call out, you dimwit?'
' I didn't see you,' Jacopo said, moving forward again. 'What's the matter with you -jumpy?'
Willie slid the gun back into its holster that was strapped under his armpit. He got to his feet.
'Nothing's the matter with me. You taking over now? You're early for a change, aren't you?'
'The old man wants you,' Jacopo said; his eyes showed his curiosity. 'Rather you than me. What have you been up to?'
Willie stared at him, his thin, rat-like face questioning. 'You mean Alsconi wants me?'
'Who else? You'd better get moving. He said he wanted to see you at once, and he's waiting.'
Willie wiped his sweating face with his dirty handkerchief. He had only spoken to Alsconi once in two years.
Excitement and fear jostled his mind. Here was his chance to get his bonus. He wouldn't have to rely on Felix. He could give Alsconi the dope about Lorelli direct. He felt a twinge of fear. But what did the old man want him for? Had he done something wrong?
Jacopo, who took a pride in his appearance, regarded Willie with contempt and disgust. Willie hadn't shaved that morning. His shirt was filthy and his shabby black suit was stained and creased.
'You'd better clean up before you see him,' he said. 'You look like a tramp.'
'Never mind what I look like,' Willie snarled. 'Did he say what he wanted me for?'
'Is it likely; but you can guess, can't you? He wants to kick your teeth in for doing nothing for the past months,' Jacopo said. 'Or maybe Englemann's persuaded him to let him have you.'
Willie cursed him.
'You'd better not keep him waiting,' Jacopo said, grinning. 'He said at once and that means at once.'
'I'm not scared of him,' Willie said untruthfully. 'I've got something to tell him that'll get me a sack of dough. You'll stop grinning like an ape when you see the car I'm going to buy.'
'Got a touch of the sun?' Jacopo asked blankly.
'You wait and see,' Willie said darkly. 'I keep my eyes and ears open. I've got information that the old man will pay big money for.'
'What information?' Jacopo demanded.
'He'll tell you if he wants you to know,' Willie said. 'Where's the car?'
'Down the lane. What have you got to tell him?'
'Go jump in a lake,' Willie said and set off at a run through the trees.
For the first time in his life Willie did not obey an order, and it was to prove fatal to him. Jacopo had said that Alsconi wanted to see him at once. Willie was anxious to make a good impression on Alsconi. He decided to sneak back to his room, have a shave and a wash and put on his best suit. The old man wouldn't know he had spent ten minutes sprucing himself up before reporting to him, and the effect of his new suit might have good results, Willie told himself.
He left the Citroen at the bottom of the drive and made his way through the shrubbery to the back entrance of the palazza. He entered the underground quarters by the concealed door a few seconds before Carlos threw the switch that put the door out of operation. Unaware that the exit was now sealed off, Willie scuttled quickly along the corridor to his room. He was opening the door when Felix appeared.
'The old man wants you,' Felix said. 'Have you seen him?' 'Not yet,' Willie said uneasily. 'Thought I'd have a wash first. What's up?'
'You'd better get a jerk into it. He wants to see you right away.' 'I can't go looking like this,' Willie whined. 'What's he want?'
Felix crowded him into the small, fusty room Willie regarded as his home.
'Nothing to get excited about,' Felix said, grimacing at the smell in the room. 'It smells like a pig-sty in here.'
'I can't smell anything,' Willie said, stripping off his coat. He hung his gun holster over the back of a chair, then pulled off his shirt. He ran hot water into the toilet basin. 'I'm not in trouble, am I?' He looked anxiously over his skinny shoulder at Felix.
'No. He only wants to know what happened at the villa when Lorelli delivered the letter.'
Willie stiffened and the cake of soap slipped out of his hand. The old man was smart, he thought, as he bent to pick up the soap; nothing seemed to escape him.
Felix watching him, saw his start, saw the startled look on his rat-like face and suddenly felt an ice-cold chill creep up his spine.
'You saw Lorelli?' he said, making his voice sound casual.
'I saw and heard her,' Willie said and tried unsuccessfully to conceal a leer. He splashed his face with water, and began to lather his prickly stubble.
