He found he’d been listening. He found he’d been thinking that there probably were no Glucks and no Kators in the world she could take him to. And for certain there wouldn’t be any Snells with the fever getting too big for the man so that nothing was left but to burn up in the middle of it.
“Did you hear me, Jackie?”
“I heard what you said, Lynn.” He pushed back his chair.
“Don’t go, Jackie.”
‘“By, Lynn.”
“Jackie.” She held his hand.
He pulled his hand away and gave her a smile. ‘“By,” he said, and his hand gave her a small pat. But even Lynn couldn’t read much meaning into it, because then he was gone, closing the door, knowing that Lynn was not his way out of it, that what came next was Kator.
Chapter Five
He jockeyed the car through the midtown traffic as if he were beating an obstacle course. He was in a hurry now. It felt good. Jesso kept thinking about it, how Gluck had tried to cramp his style and how Jesso himself had just about let him do it. There wasn’t any point in bucking Gluck the way he had felt like doing. Jesso could waste his temper on Gluck and never make a dent. But when it came to turning a fast job, that was one place where Gluck couldn’t get him. That was one pitch even Gluck’s organization couldn’t match. And there was going to be some fancy pitching from now on. Gluck and his cronies were going to learn something. They were going to learn how Jesso could move like a one-man army.
He got to Kator’s suite in a fine humor, and when he had to wait he didn’t even mind that. Kator had barely nodded at him and then got busy again stuffing papers and folders into a brief case. Kator was cleaning his desk. He looked like a man in a hurry.
“That big important deal of yours, Kator. It’s all wrapped up.”
Kator didn’t answer. He left the room with a full wastebasket in his hand, and when he came back, the wastebasket empty, Jesso tried again.
“If you’re done with the spring cleaning, Kator-”
This time Kator sat down. “Did he shoot at you, Jesso? You remember, you were going to let me know whether Snell was going to shoot at you.”
Jesso couldn’t make it out. He cocked his head and put his hands in his pockets.
“A real clown,” he said. “I get chased out on a life-and-death mission and I come back to get clowned at. What happened, Kator-the spring cleaning shake you all up?”
“It is more important than clowning.” Kator stroked a pale eyebrow. “You will learn that presently.”
“You sound bitter, Kator.”
“Hardly. It is no longer any concern of mine. However, I am bound to tell you that you have failed.”
It didn’t make any sense, but Kator didn’t look as if he were joking. Kator never looked as if he were joking.
“You have ignored my instructions, Jesso. I told you distinctly to take one of my men along.” Kator’s blue eyes were fixed on Jesso in an unpleasant stare, but it didn’t impress him.
“I’m all broke up about that, Kator. So I did the next best thing. I’m back to tell you about it.”
“Before you make light of my instructions, let me explain it to you this way. Did you see Joseph Snell?”
“In person.”
“You were not to see him. Did you spend time with him?”
“We had tea.”
“That too was to be avoided. Did you speak to him? Did he speak to you? Please answer me, Jesso.”
“Look-”
“You did speak to him, contrary to my wishes. So you see, Jesso, when I give instructions, they always have meaning, they have reason, even though you do not-“
“Now shut up a minute!” Jesso leaned close enough for Kator to see the nervous twitching of his eyebrows.
“I don’t go for that Junker stuff, Kator, so save your lessons and get this straight. I don’t give one good goddamn how you like your potatoes served or your lousy reports and errands done. You sent me to find a man and I did. You don’t like the way I’m doing it, so go lump it. The job’s done and for all I care you’ll pay for nothing.”
That’s when Kator started to smile; not big and sunny, but still a smile.
“You are wrong, but that is understandable. You apparently do not know what my arrangements with your Mr. Gluck really are.”
“Go on. What comes next?”
“We arranged, you might say, a package deal. I am paying your Mr. Gluck a lump twenty thousand for two services. For your job and for the docking arrangements. If either service is unsatisfactory, Jesso, I do not have to pay.”
Jesso was getting the drift now. He thought about it while Kator went on.
“I have no reason to believe that Mr. Gluck will fail in his docking arrangements. It is a simple matter. There are persons in my group who cannot leave this country without Mr. Gluck’s special arrangements. That’s why my ship is docked where Mr. Gluck has influence. As to your part of the service, Jesso, I am forced to report that you have failed.” Kator paused. “Mr. Gluck will therefore not collect his fee-because of you. Do you understand now, Jesso?”
Jesso understood so fast it came like a white glare, and he couldn’t see Kator, the pig smile on his face, or the small idle hands on the desk. He understood how they’d worked it and how Gluck had him good, where it hurt. Jesso cost the syndicate a fee, goofed on the simplest possible job. Or that’s the way it would look when Jesso was out of the way and Gluck told the story, with Johannes Kator, the dissatisfied customer, bearing him out. It was so bad that Jesso came close to taking it out on Kator, but he let it go. There still was time and a chance. He hadn’t told where Snell was holed up, and that was all he could think of right then. With Snell wrapped up, Jesso was sure there’d still be a thing or two he could do to make Gluck turn sick.
He stood still for a second, not moving. Kator sat in his chair and folded one leg over the other so that the black silk of one sock showed over his shoe. He started to dip his foot, once, maybe twice, and then Jesso took off. He took off with only one thing on his mind, so he didn’t wonder about it when nobody stopped him and he didn’t see when Kator uncrossed his legs, smoothed the trousers down over the black silk sock, picked up the phone, and dialed Gluck’s number.
Jesso got back to Brooklyn in half the time it had taken before.
Joseph Snell was still there.
“Up, Joe, and make it fast.” Jesso grabbed the man by the arm.
Joseph Snell rolled off the cot and hit the floor flat. He did not move again.
Why he was dead Jesso didn’t know. There wasn’t a mark on the man. And he looked almost exactly as he had looked a few hours ago, except for a thing that Jesso couldn’t place right away. Then he stepped on it. A hairpiece was lying on the floor, a slick patch of dark hair that used to fit over the bald skull in the back, where the natural hair made a ring around it. The skin wasn’t whole there. Somebody had ripped the thing off, and fast.
Jesso picked up the hairpiece. There was a square little patch on the fabric inside, where there hadn’t been any glue.
It made sense now, why Kator hadn’t been interested enough to ask where Joe Snell was holed up. Jesso had led them right to him. They had kept out of the way, watching, and after he’d gone they had walked right in, taken the thing that Snell had hidden inside his toupe, and left. Snell could have died from fright and high fever. His eyes were open, but sightless now.
It made sense. It made even more sense when Jesso got back upstairs. He ran to the back room, where he found the old man in his wheel chair. His daughter was wiping a wet rag over a welt on Bonetti’s cheek, and neither of them bothered to look at him. They must have started to tussle in the store. There were glass beads and fancy buttons all over the floor, some of them broken, others just lying there and staring up from the floor, the way Snell
