Janey flushed. 'I haven't!' She finished her martini and put the glass down on the table with a defiant little click. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'
Seigel grinned.
'Oh, yes, you do. You're wondering what my next move will be, and if I'm going to suggest you come back to my place to look at a valuable etching I've just bought.'
Janey stared at him, for a moment nonplussed, then she laughed.
'I was thinking nothing of the kind!'
He leaned forward. There was an animal magnetism in his strength and looks that left Janey a little breathless.
'Are you interested in etchings?'
She shook her head.
'Not a scrap. Are you?'
'No. I've never found an etching was necessary.' His smile widened. 'A good dinner, a little dancing, discreet lights and soft music are far ahead of any etching.' He pushed his chair back. 'Shall we eat?'
Janey looked at him and hesitated. She suddenly sensed that this big, goodlooking man might be taking too much for granted, and he might, as the evening wore on, become much more difficult to handle than she had first imagined. But she knew if she refused his invitation he would leave her flat, and then she would have to go back to the dreary, empty house and the still more dreary television set.
'You're talking in riddles,' she said, 'but I'm hungry, so I will eat.'
'Fine. While you're powdering your pretty nose,' Seigel said, 'I have a phone call to make. Let's meet here in five minutes.'
'It'll take me longer to powder my nose than five minutes,' Janey said, refusing to be ordered about.
'In five minutes,' Seigel said, smiling, and walked quickly across the bar to the lounge where a row of pay booths were discreetly concealed.
He dialled a number, and while he was waiting for the-connection, he lit a cigarette.
Janey puzzled him. If he hadn't known who she was, and that she was married to Conrad, he would have been certain that she was inviting seduction. Was she playing with him? he wondered, or was she really a push- over? Was Conrad going to appear suddenly just when Seigel was ready to move in for the kill? Was that the idea? Would Conrad let his wife come here on her own and act like this just for a chance of making trouble for Seigel? Seigel doubted it, but he decided to play his hand carefully.
A click sounded in his ear and Moe Gleb's growling voice snarled, 'Wadyawan' ?'
'I've got a job for you,' Seigel said curtly. 'You and Pete are to handle it: the works, understand? Pete will do the hitting, you'll take care of the wheel. Get Pete, and stick to your end of the phone until you hear from me. I'll let you have the address as soon as I get it.'
'Hey! Don't we case the joint first?' Moe's voice sounded startled.
'You won't have time. The job's got to be done within a half-hour of you getting the address; after that the cops move in. It's important; no slipping up, Moe. I'm holding you responsible; understand?'
'Sure,' Moe said.
'Make it a pick job: no noise and quick. I'll call you any time from now on, so stick close,' and Seigel dropped the receiver back on its hook. He walked quickly along the passage to his office and pushed open the door.
Maurer and Gollowitz were still in the room. Dolores, Maurer's wife, had joined them.
Seigel looked at her, feeling his blood quicken; something that always happened to him whenever he saw her.
Dolores was his idea of a woman. No other woman he had ever known excited him as she did. He knew she was as beyond his reach as the snow-capped heights of Everest, but that didn't stop him thinking about her, conjuring up dreams of her and lying awake at nights sweating for her.
She had married Maurer for his money and his power. Seigel knew that, and he knew also she was paying a high price for the position she held.
Maurer by now was sated with women. He had only to lift a finger for any girl to throw herself at him. His control of the movie unions, the night spots along the Californian coast and the big theatres gave him power over the big movie stars as well as the little stars. Even June Arnot, with her fabulous wealth, had thrown herself at him. To him, Dolores was just one more woman, and he treated her as such.
Seigel's eyes went over Dolores as she sat at the bar in a shimmering emerald green evening dress, covered with glittering sequins. She had the most perfect skin he had ever seen on a woman: like old ivory with the texture of cream. Her masses of dark-red hair set off her big, almond-shaped green eyes, and her figure, tall, lush and sensual, turned his mouth dry.
She swung around on the high stool and smiled at him. It was a mocking smile of a woman who knew what was going on in his mind and didn't care.
'Hello, Louis,' she said. 'How's the romance going? I saw you with the blonde. Do you like her?'
Seigel changed colour. He looked quickly at Maurer, then over at Gollowitz. He knew Gollowitz was crazy about Dolores, and he knew Gollowitz stood a chance. If anything happened to Maurer, he knew Gollowitz would not only take over the organization, but he would also take over Dolores. He knew Dolores hated Gollowitz as much as she hated Maurer, but so long as fat old men had money and power, the kind of money and power Maurer had and Gollowitz would have, she chose them.
'Keep out of this,' Maurer said, frowning over his shoulder at Dolores. 'If you can't keep quiet, you'd better get out.'
