'In the changing room at Dead End: the changing room to the swimmingpool.'
'What's the D.A. doing about it?'
'Conrad and O'Brien with a photographer are going out there now.'
'Are they on their way?'
'They will be in five minutes.'
'Thanks, Captain. I'll take care of it,' Gollowitz said, and hung up. He looked at Seigel. 'Maurer dropped a gold pencil down a drain in the changing room of the swimming-pool at June Arnot's place. It might tie him into Arnot's murder if it is found. Three cops are going out there to get it. I want that pencil. Go and get it!'
This was something Seigel could understand. He had been worried by his failure to kill Weiner, and still more worried that Gollowitz had called in Ferrari. He felt now that he could reinstate himself by succeeding in this job.
'I'll fix it,' he said, and went quickly from the room.
Ferrari wriggled out of the armchair and stretched his thin, short arms.
'I think I'll go to bed,' he said. 'I think better in bed.' He paused to run his finger down his bony nose. 'Did Maurer kill this woman?'
Gollowitz shrugged.
'I wouldn't know. It's not my business anyway.'
Ferrari moved about the room, his hands clasped behind his back.
'The Syndicate doesn't like private killings.'
Gollowitz didn't say anything.
'The Syndicate isn't too pleased with Maurer anyway,' Ferrari said softly. 'He's getting a little too independent.'
Gollowitz felt a cold chill run up his spine, but he still didn't say anything.
'Well, never mind,' Ferrari went on. 'All that can be taken care of.' He looked sharply at Gollowitz. 'Is Seigel a good man to have in this outfit?'
'He's all right,' Gollowitz said carefully. 'He slipped up on Weiner, but I've never had any trouble with him before.'
Ferrari nodded.
'One slip would ruin even a very good man where I come from,' he said, and walked slowly over to the door. 'Still, it's your affair.'
He went out and along the passage to the bar. He felt like a drink. He seldom drank, but after a successful killing he usually allowed himself one small whisky.
As he entered the bar he saw Dolores come in through the opposite entrance. He paused for a moment, his sunken eyes taking in her lithe, sensual beauty, then he crossed over and joined her.
She was leaning against the bar, waiting for the bartender, and she didn't notice Ferrari as he came up behind her. But his presence was like the presence of a snake, and she sensed him, as one senses danger, and she looked quickly round.
As she looked into the still, lifeless eyes, a chill of fear went through her.
'What are you drinking?' Ferrari asked, his head just appearing over the top of the bar. 'Let me join you. Beautiful women should never be alone.'
She not only sensed the danger in him, but she also sensed his power. With any other man of his appearance she would have crushed him, but she knew at once this man couldn't be crushed.
'I want a martini,' she said, looking away from him. 'You are a stranger here, aren't you?'
'I am Vito Ferrari.'
He watched her lose colour, and he smiled, pleased to see that she knew who he was.
'You have heard of me?'
'Yes, I have heard of you,' she returned, knowing now why she was frightened of him.
'Good.' He rapped on the bar, and the bartender, turning to glare at him quickly changed his expression and jumped forward to give service.
Ferrari climbed up on a stool, and Dolores didn't feel quite so ridiculous now the little man was perched up so that at least his shoulders were above the bar.
Ferrari waved his glass in her direction and sipped, then he set down the glass, took out a cigarette-case and offered it to her.
She reached for the cigarette, then her hand paused as she stared down at the case. She had never seen anything like it before, and its ornate beauty fascinated her.
It was solid gold. The inside of the case was one mass of glittering diamonds, slightly larger than a pin's head and set so closely together they formed a white mosaic of fire. Seeing her look at the case, he closed it and handed it to her. In the centre of the case was a big ruby the size of her thumb nail, and on the back of the case were his initials in emeralds.
'You like it?' he asked, watching her face, seeing her amazed expression.
