George got off the table and wandered across to the window. He leant against the wall, holding back the curtain to look into the street. “The moon’s still up,” he said unevenly; “high as hell that moon is.”
Alfy said: “We’d planned not to have kids, George. Somethin’ must’ve gone wrong. Margie wanted a kid, but I said no. You can’t have a kid an’ a boat. Not these days, you can’t. Margie was nobody’s dope. She’d got her mind fixed for a kid, George. You know how women are, but I watched it. How the hell it went wrong I don’t know.”
George stood very still and silent by the window. He didn’t say anything.
Very faintly, from somewhere upstairs, someone screamed.
George beat Alfy to the door. They stood in the passage listening. The only sound they could hear was the faint roar of the overhead trains.
George said, “Ain’t you goin’ up?”
“Best not. I can’t do anythin’.”
They stood there listening for several minutes, and then, as they turned to go back to the room, the scream came again. Both men stiffened.
Overhead a door opened and light streamed on to the stairs. Heavy deliberate footsteps came down the passage and the doctor appeared at the head of the stairs. He stood looking down at the two men in the hallway. He was wiping his hands on a towel. He came down slowly, still using the towel.
Silently the two men backed into the sitting-room as he approached, and the doctor came in and half shut the door behind him. A nerve in his face kept twitching, and his cold eyes were dreadfully bored.
He said to Alfy, “Your wife’s havin’ a bad time.” Carefully he began to fold the towel. “She ought never to have had a child. Too narrow. I don’t think I can save the child. I could try, but it would be very dangerous.”
A low sigh from George caused the doctor to look at him sharply. He said impatiently: “Hold up, man, hold up. I’ve got enough on my hands without looking after you.”
George sat down and put his hands over his face. Alfy looked at him very strangely.
The doctor said impatiently again, “What do you want me to do?”
Still Alfy looked at George, a little white ring round his mouth.
The doctor put out a long thin hand and shook Alfy’s arm. “Can’t you hear what I’m saying?” he said sharply.
Alfy turned his head. His eyes were very blank. “I guess you’d better do what you think,” he said slowly. “Yeah, do what you think.”
“You haven’t understood,” the doctor said. “I can try and save the child—”
Alfy nodded. “Yes, sure, I understood,” he broke in, “save Margie. It doesn’t matter about the kid. She can have another some other time. Yeah, save Margie.”
The doctor gave them both a hard, puzzled look, and then went upstairs again. They heard him walk along the passage and go into Margie’s bedroom.
Alfy said, “So it didn’t go wrong, after all.”
George said, without looking up: “No, it didn’t go wrong. We were crazy to have done it, Alfy. We didn’t think you’d know. Margie wanted the kid. I wanted Margie. There was nothing else in it. Honest to God, Alfy, you’ve got to believe that. We were just crazy. It was when we all went up river. When we fished the swamp. You didn’t make camp until late. It was a hell of a thing to have done. Honest, Alfy, I’ve felt bad about it. You were crazy not to have given her a kid; that was all she wanted. Look, I’ll get out of here. There was nothing else to it, Alfy. She’s yours; she’d never be anyone else’s. It was just the river, the moon, and her wantin’ a kid. You believe that, don’t you?”
Alfy sat down on the edge of the table. He felt slightly sick. He wanted Margie more than he wanted anything else in the world. He didn’t want her to die. He was surprised that he felt nothing about George and Margie. He could understand that. She did want a kid. She’d fixed her mind on a kid. Hadn’t George said that there was nothing else behind it? He hadn’t lost Margie’s love. It was just that those two had been crazy. He could understand that. If he hadn’t been such a dumb bastard and put his boat before giving her a kid, this would never have happened. When Margie was all right, he’d fix things for her. He wasn’t going to be a dope any more.
George got slowly to his feet.
“It’s all right,” Alfy said. “You wait, we’ll see this thing through.”
He was suddenly terribly, terribly glad that the kid was going to die. He hated himself for feeling that way, but it would mean that he could start again from scratch.
George sat back in the chair with a little sigh. He said, “You’re a swell guy taking it like that.”
They sat there for a long time in silence. The more Alfy thought about it, the more eager he was for Margie to get well so that they could start things properly. Maybe it would be fun having a kid. Maybe, if he worked hard enough, he could keep the boat and the three of them could go up the river together. Even George could come along. No, not George. It was a pity about George, but he couldn’t be around any more. Not that he’d mind, but Margie would. No, George would have to go, but the little ’un would take his place.
The door opened and the doctor came in. The two men looked at him. His face was expressionless. He said: “I’m afraid things have gone wrong. She didn’t try.” The nerve in his face continued to twitch. “She was very disappointed, you see.”
Alfy got slowly to his feet. “Won’t she—?”
The doctor shrugged a little. “Not long now. She’s asking—”
Alfy made for the door, but the doctor stopped him. “Not you,” he said, almost kindly, “she’s asking for George.” He looked at George with faint curiosity. “You had better hurry.”
The two of them went out of the room quickly, leaving Alfy alone.
NIGHT OUT
Jason arrived at the Gaucho Club a few minutes before midnight. He stood hesitating on the sidewalk looking up at the brilliant array of neon lights that flashed and flickered on the outside of the building.
The taxi-driver who brought him leant out of his cab and stared too. “Quite a joint, ain’t it?” he said. “Plenty of class. I bet you have to pay to breathe in a dump like that.” Jason groped in his pocket and found some small change. He paid the taxi-driver. Then, because he was in two minds about going into the club, he said, “I don’t know why I came here, do you?”
The driver shook his head. “Now you’re talking sense,” he said. “Most folk just go in there. They don’t ask themselves why. Personally, I wouldn’t be seen dead in a joint like that.”
Jason put his foot on the running-board. “Maybe you’ve got somewhere else to go,” he said. “Maybe you’re married or something.”
The driver nodded. “Yeah, I’m married all right. I don’t see what that’s got to do with it.”
“Oh, it has. It makes all the difference. You see, I’ve got no one at the moment. I only got into New York a few hours ago. I’ve got a room about ten floors up, which seems to me completely isolated from any earthly contacts. I was told that the Gaucho Club was the place to find company, but I’m not at all sure that it looks quite what I want.”
The driver regarded him thoughtfully. “It depends on what you want, boss,” he said. “If you’re looking for someone to sleep with, I should say that you’ve come to the right spot.”
Jason shook his head. “I hadn’t that in mind at all,” he said, “although the suggestion is worth considering. I’ll go in, anyway. If I don’t like it, I can always come out again, can’t I?”
The driver engaged his gears. “It’s your evening,” he said, and set his cab in motion.
Inside the club, Jason found the lights were soft, coloured and concealed, and the carpets very thick and springy to the feet. A number of impressively dressed flunkeys stood about doing nothing in particular, obviously too magnificent to be approached. They merely directed him towards a very crowded lounge simply by indicating the direction with their eyes. Feeling extraordinarily unimportant, and wishing that he had someone to share this initial ordeal with him, he went into the lounge and looked around for the cloakroom.
The lounge, however, was much more human than the entrance. A girl, wearing an extremely short white frock, a pale blue frilly little apron affair, and a large blue bow in her hair, suddenly appeared from nowhere and took his hat. She gave him a check and then, seeing he was unusually good-looking, added quite a nice smile.
