wall.
Smiley took one look, dropped his tools, and went to work with his fingers.
First Benny watched. Then he went outside, came back. “You getting anywhere, Smiley?”
“Yeah.”
“How much longer?”
“Not much.”
Benny stood by. He was tapping his foot.
“Benny, for chrissakes, stand someplace else. You’re making me nervous.”
“Keep working.”
Smiley straightened up and turned. “I don’t know if you know anything about this business, Tapkow, but I need to concentrate. So stop tapping your foot, huh?”
Smiley worked again. Benny was fidgeting his hat around, pushing it deep over his eyes.
“Look, Smiley…”
“You can stop twitching. Here she comes.” He yanked the safe open.
“O.K. Everything.” Benny’s voice came like a hiss. “Stuff ‘em in your pocket. You dropped some. The notebook-give it to me. O.K., now let’s blow. The hell with the tools. Leave ‘em.”
“I don’t leave my tools, Tapkow.”
“You damn well-” He stopped. First they heard it and then they both saw it. The pantry shelf was sliding, slowly creeping back into place, pushing the open safe door until the lugs hit the steel rim of the safe and everything stopped.
“You brought a helpmate, Tapkow,” said the polite voice.
They turned quickly and saw the gaunt man in the dark suit. He stood by the pantry door, one hand in the pocket of his narrow-shouldered coat, the other on the molding of the door.
“Pendleton!” Benny’s voice was pure hate.
The man’s face started to smile, as if it pained him, but his close-set eyes never changed.
With a sudden movement Benny tossed the satchel at Pendleton and broke into a run. He dashed to the door leading into the kitchen, Smiley following close behind. They circled around the long table, ran through another door, down a hall, and into a study with tall French doors that gave onto the terrace.
Pendleton hadn’t moved. He didn’t have to. Before the two men were halfway across the study, they saw the short guy with the. 45, and it was between them and the terrace outside. When they turned back there was another one. They stopped.
Nobody moved while the slow, precise sound of creaking shoes came down the hall. The door opened and Pendleton came in.
“Tapkow,” he said, “will you step into the hall, please?”
Benny moved when the gun jabbed into his back. The man with the gun followed.
Pendleton stepped aside to let them pass.
“Go halfway down the hall, Tapkow, and there you will find one of the papers. You dropped it in your haste. Pick it up, bring it back, and put it on the piano.”
Benny did.
“Your friend’s name is Smiley, I believe? Smiley, step over to the piano, empty your pockets of everything you stole from the safe, and put it with the paper already there. And you, Tapkow, do the same.”
They did. Again Benny wasn’t afraid of Pendleton, afraid for his life, scared of the crazy vengeance that Pendleton might take, but he could see another chance run out. And that, to Benny, was like death.
Smiley stood close by, fumbling in his pockets. There was sweat on his upper lip, and he licked it.
“Is this it?” he whispered close to Benny’s face.
“You needn’t whisper.” Pendleton’s voice came clear and close. He was standing behind them. “To answer your question, this is not it. Finish what you are doing and I will allow you to return to Alverato. Alive, in case you are worried. You will return to Alverato and tell him that I resent his crude attempts at forcing this issue. You will tell him that I am not interested in the least in any further business dealings with him. And now that you are finished, turn around and head out of that door.”
Pendleton stepped aside and the two men turned. Smiley was still licking the sweat off his lip and Benny’s face was drawn with a stubborn hope. Perhaps-His sleeve caught in the frame of a small picture that stood on the piano. With an irritated gesture he pulled his arm and the thing flew to the floor. In the confusion, his heel came down on the glass, breaking it and grinding the splinters into the portrait.
Pendleton had not said a word.
The gunmen filed after Tapkow and Smiley, and Pendleton followed last, closing the doors as he went. They walked out of the study, through the solarium, into a dining room, then through the big living room and out on the porch.
“Stop.” Pendleton’s voice was precise. “Go to the car, Smiley. Tapkow, you stand where you are.”
When Smiley was in the car, Pendleton waved to one of his men.
“On the floor,” Pendleton said.
The gunman took Benny from behind and broke him to the ground. Then Pendleton stepped up. He looked down. His foot jarred out, making a sickening thump as it dug into Benny’s stomach. Benny convulsed, groaned, and then he passed out with his breath making a gagging sob.
He woke through a red fog of pain. The next thing he noticed was the cold sweat on his face, and then the voices.
“…still think it’s best up here.”
“You couldn’t do much better for privacy.”
Benny hadn’t recognized them, but he knew the next voice. “Except for the caretaker. He is conscious now and I prefer that he not hear any shots.” Then the voice was closer to Benny. “You awoke in time,” said Pendleton, “to witness your exit.”
Benny saw the rafters of the porch, the three faces. There was a hot cramp in his stomach, and he wasn’t aware of much else.
“We’ll do it here,” Pendleton said. He was not looking at Benny any more. “We will stop a little farther down the road, and you, Ludlow, will attend to the matter. Can you manage it without the gun?”
“Sure, Mr. Pendleton.”
“When he’s dead, bring him back to the car. In the trunk, I’d say.”
They all looked at Benny, on the floor, and Ludlow nodded. “In the trunk,” he said.
“Tapkow, can you walk?”
With senseless automatism he started to raise himself on one elbow. He swallowed the gasping pain, got to his knees, rested.
“Come on, Tapkow, you can make it.”
He could. He even walked to the car, where one of the men held the door for him. He almost said thanks when they gave him a hand through the door.
It was nice to sit on the cushiony seat The inside of the car was warm and Benny felt like sleeping a little. Only the motion of the car gave him discomfort.
Then he started, because Pendleton had been speaking.
“Before you are dead, you should know why I punished you before. There is always a reason for my actions. You were guilty of disrespect The picture you broke was of my daughter.”
Benny had never been a man who hated much. But now a concentrated strength seemed to come to him, and that, he knew, was hate.
The car moved down the road, then stopped. Benny was sitting as before. When Ludlow opened the door and waved at him with his gun, Benny got out, reached back for his hat, and walked ahead of Ludlow as he was told. He did not look back at Pendleton, in the car, or at the driver, who was opening the trunk.
“Stop,” Ludlow said, and Benny stopped. He turned around.
Ludlow stood hunched just beyond arm’s reach and he was shifting the heavy gun to hold it by the barrel. Apparently he was to be clubbed to death.
“I didn’t say nothing about turning around.” Ludlow, built like an ape, shifted the gun back into shooting position.
