and spoil their plans. If I let any more words go in my ears there was going to be blood on the floor and it wasn't time for that yet. I caught snatches of things that went on, repeated intimations of how the top men were already in the core of the present government eating its vitals out so the upset would be an easy one.
For a long time I sat there working up more hatred than I had ever had at any time and I wasn't conscious of how tightly Ethel Brighton was squeezing my hand. When I looked at her tears were running down her face. That's the kind of thing the general and his party could do to decent people.
I took a long look at him, making sure that I wouldn't forget his face, because some day he'd be passing a dark alley or forget to lock his door when he went to bed. That's when he'd catch it. And I didn't want to get tagged for it either. That would be like getting the chair for squashing a spider.
The meeting ended with handshakes all around. The audience lined up along the walls taking handfuls of booklets and printed sheets to distribute later, then grouped in bunches around the room talking things over in excited murmurs. Henry Gladow and Martin Romberg were up on the rostrum having their own conference. The general said something to Henry and he must have ordered his bodyguard down into the crowd to look for his trench coat or something. Martin Romberg looked hurt. Tough.
While the seats were folded and stacked I lost track of Ethel. I saw her a few minutes later coming from the washroom and she looked a little better. She had a smile for me this time, a big one. I would have made something of it if a pimply-faced kid about twenty didn't come crawling over and tell me that the general wanted to know if I had time to speak to him.
Rather than answer I picked a hole in the crowd that had started to head for the door and walked up to the rostrum. The general stood alone, his hands behind his back. He nodded briefly and said something in a guttural tongue.
I let my eyes slide to the few who remained near by. There wasn't any respect in my tone when I said, 'English. You know better than that.'
The general paled a little and his mouth worked. 'Yes . . . yes. I didn't expect to find anyone here. Do you have a report for me?'
I shook a cigarette out of the pack and stuck it in my mouth. 'When I have you'll know about it.'
His head bobbed anxiously and I knew I had the bull on him. Even a general had to be leery of the MVD. That made it nice for me. 'Of course. But there should be some word to bring back to the committee.'
'Then tell 'em things are looking up. It won't be long.'
The general's hands came out in front where he squeezed them happily. 'Then you
I didn't say a word. All I did was look at him and he got that same look on his face as the others had. He was thinking what I thought he was thinking, that he had taken me for granted and it was his mistake and one word to the right sources and he'd feel the ax.
He tried his first smile 'It is very all right, you know. Comrade Gladow told me.'
I dragged on the cigarette and blew it in his face wishing it was some mustard gas. 'You'll know soon enough,' I said. I left him standing there and walked back to Ethel. She was slipping into her mink and nobody seemed to care a hoot what she wore.
'Going home?'
'Yes . . . are you?'
'I don't mind.'
One of the men paused to have a word with her before she left. She excused herself to talk to him and I used the time to look around and be sure there weren't any faces there that I'd ever forget. When the time came I wanted to be able to put the finger on them and put it on good.
Maybe it was the way I stared at the babe from the desk at the door or maybe it was because I looked at her too long. Her lashes made like bird's wings for a second and everything in the room seemed to get interesting all of a sudden. Her eyes jerked around but kept coming back to mine and each time there was a little more of a blush crowding her hairline.
I kept my grin hidden because she thought I was on the make. It could have been pathetic if it wasn't so damn funny. She wasn't the kind of woman a guy would bother with if there was anything else around. Strictly the last resort type. From the way she wore her clothes you couldn't tell what was underneath and suspected probably nothing. Her face looked like nature had been tired when it made it and whatever she did to her hair certainly didn't improve things any.
Plain was the word. Stuffy was the type. And here she thought a man saw something interesting in her.
I guessed that all women were born with some conceit in them so I put on a sort of smile and walked over to her casually. A little flattery could make a woman useful sometimes.
I held out my deck of butts. 'Smoke?'
It must have been her first cigarette. She choked on it, but came up smiling. 'Thank you.'
I said, 'You've, er . . . belonged some time, Miss . . .'
'Linda Holbright.' She got real fluttery then. 'Oh, yes, for years, you know. And I . . . try to do anything I can for the party.'
'Good, good,' I said. 'You seem to be . . . very capable. Pretty, too.'
Her first blush had been nothing. This one went right down to her shoes. Her eyes got big and blue and round and gave me the damnedest look you ever saw. Just for the hell of it I gave one back with a punch in it. What she made of it stopped her from breathing for a second.
I heard Ethel finish her little conversation behind me and I said, 'Good night, Linda. I'll see you soon.' I gave her that look again. 'Real soon.'
Her voice sounded a little bit strained. 'I . . . meant to ask you. If there is anything . . . important you should know . . . where can I reach you?'
I ripped the back off a book of matches and wrote down my address. 'Here it is. Apartment 5B.'
Ethel was waiting for me, so I said good night again and started for the door behind the mink coat. It made nice wiggles when she walked. I liked that.
I let her go out first then followed her. The street was empty enough so you wouldn't think anything unusual about the few couples who were making their way to the subways. Trench Coat was still at the door holding a cigarette in his mouth. His belt was too tight and the gun showed underneath. One day a cop would spot that and there'd be more trouble.
Yeah, they sure were smart.
Going back was better than going down. This time Ethel turned into a vivid conversationalist, commenting on everything she saw. I tried to get in a remark about the meeting and she brushed it off with some fast talk. I let her get it out of her system, sitting there with my mouth shut, grinning at the right places and chiming in with a grunt whenever she laughed.
About a block from my apartment I pointed to the corner and said, 'I'll get off under the light, kid.'
She edged into the curb and stopped. 'Good night, then,' she smiled 'I hope you enjoyed the meeting.'
'As a matter of fact, I thought they stunk.' Ethel's mouth dropped open. I kissed it and she closed it, fast. 'Do you know what I'd do if I were you, Ethel?'
She shook her head, watching me strangely.
'I'd go back to being a woman and less of a dabbler in politics.'
This time her eyes and mouth came open together. I kissed her again before she could get it shut. She looked at me as if I were a puzzle that couldn't be solved and let out a short, sharp laugh that had real pleasure in it.
'Aren't you a bit curious about my name, Ethel?'
Her face went soft. 'Only for my own sake.'
'It's Mike. Mike Hammer and it's a good name to remember.'
'Mike . . .' very softly. 'After last night . . . how could I forget?'
I grinned at her and opened the door. 'Will I be seeing you again?'
'Do you want to?'
'Very much.'
'Then you'll be seeing me again. You know where I live.'
I couldn't forget her, either. On that bearskin rug with the fire behind her she was something a man never
