“I assure you, Mr. Cain, you won’t be propositioned. This town is small but very rich. We’re hospitable people. We like distinguished visitors to have a good time. All we want is for you to relax and enjoy yourself.”
I thanked him and said I would.
But in spite of his smoothness and his easy laugh, I had a feeling that he was jeering at me.
3
After we had chit-chatted a while, and had worked through some more of the bourbon, Speratza said he guessed I was about set to enjoy myself, and how about a girl?
“Well, how about her?” I said.
“I’ve asked Miss Wonderly to look after you,” he told me, showing his big white teeth in a knowing smile. “I’ll have her come over. If she’s not quite your type, say so, and I’ll introduce you to some of the others. We have a lot of girls working for us, but Miss Wonderly rates high with us.”
I said I hoped Miss Wonderly would rate high with me.
“I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t,” he returned, and with another smile of goodwill, he set off across the restaurant.
I looked after him and wondered how much longer it would be before he or whoever it was behind this civic welcome would demand payment. I was as sure as I could be that someone was sweetening me for a shake-down of some description.
A tall, distinguished man with white hair and a dark strong face had been looking at me. He was standing alone at the far end of the bar. He looked like a judge or a doctor or a lawyer, and his tuxedo looked like it had been cut by an angel.
I saw him beckon to the barman and say something to him. The barman gave me a quick look, nodded and turned away The white-headed man came over to me.
“I understand you are Chester Cain,” he said curtly.
“Sure,” I said.
He didn’t seem friendly so I didn’t offer to shake hands.
“I’m John Herrick,” he said, looking straight at me. “You haven’t heard of me, but I have heard of you. Frankly, Mr. Cain, I’m sorry to see you here. I understand you are on vacation and I only hope it is true. If it is, then I hope you won’t stir up trouble here.”
I stared at him. “Thank God someone’s sorry I’ve arrived,” I said. “I was getting to think my welcome was genuine.”
“This town has enough trouble without importing wild gunmen,” Herrick returned quietly. “I suppose it would be too much to ask you to give us no cause to complain?”
“You’ve got me wrong,” I said, laughing at him. “I’m not so wild. And listen, so long as I’m left alone, I’m the nicest guy on earth. It’s only when people start crowding me that I get nervous, and when I’m nervous maybe I do get a little wild.”
He regarded me thoughtfully. “Forgive me for being so blunt, Mr. Cain. I am sure if you were left alone you would behave as well as anyone of us. But I think it might be as well if you changed your mind about staying in Paradise Palms. I have a feeling that someone will crowd
you before long.”
I looked down at the bourbon.
“I’ve got the same feeling,” I said, “but I’m sticking around for all that.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Cain,” he said. “You may easily regret your decision.”
I felt Speratza at my elbow.
Herrick turned abruptly away and walked across the room and out into the lobby.
I looked at Speratza and he looked at me. There was just a flicker of doubt in his eyes that told me he was uneasy.
“That was not one of the Welcome Committee,” I said.
“You don’t have to worry about him,” Speratza said, flashing on his smile. It cost him something, but he did it. “He’s running for election next month.” He pulled a little face, and added, “On a Reform ticket.”
“Seems anxious to keep Paradise Palms a nice clean town,” I said dryly.
“All politicians have platforms,” Speratza said, shrugging. “No one takes him seriously. He won’t get in. Ed. Killeano is the people’s choice.”
“That’s nice for Ed. Killeano,” I said.
We looked at each other again, and then Speratza waved.
A girl came across the room towards us. She was wearing a bolero for a dinner jacket of blue crepe. Her skirt, split eight inches up the side, was of blue crepe, too, but her blouse was red. She was a blonde, and I bet every time she passed a graveyard the corpses sat up to whistle after her.
By the time I’d recovered my breath, she was standing at my side. Her perfume was Essence Imperiale Russe (the perfume that quickened the pulse of kings). I can’t begin to describe what it did to my pulse.
Speratza was looking at me anxiously.
“Miss Wonderly,” he said, and raised his eyebrows.
I looked at her and she smiled. She had small glistening teeth as white as orange pith.
“Suppose you let Miss Wonderly and me get acquainted?” I said, turning back to Speratza. “I think we’ll get along fine together.”
He looked so relieved that I laughed.
“That’s fine, Mr. Cain,” he said. “Maybe we’ll see you in a little while upstairs. We have four roulette tables or we could make up a game of poker for you.”
I shook my head.
“Something tells me I won’t be gambling tonight,” I said, and taking Miss Wonderly’s arm I walked with her over to the bar.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Speratza go off, and then I gave the whole of my attention to Miss Wonderly. I thought she was terrific. I liked the long wave of her hair, and her curves — particularly her curves. Her breasts were like Cuban pineapples.
“This calls for a drink,” I said, beckoning to the barman. “What part of Paradise did you escape from?”
“I didn’t escape,” she said, laughing, “I’m out on parole, but I thought it was just another job. I know different now.”
The barman looked at us.
“What’ll you have?”
“A green parrot,” she said. “It’s Toni’s special.”
“Okay,” I said to the barman. “Make it two.”
While the barman was fixing the drinks, I said, “So you don’t think it’s just another job?”
She shook her head. “I read character,” she said. “I’m going to have fun with you.”
I winked at her. “That’s only half of it. What shall we do? I mean, let’s map out a programme.”
“We’ll have a drink, then dinner, then dance, then we’ll go to the beach and swim Then we’ll have more drinks and then—”
“Then—what?”
She fluttered her eyelashes.
“Then we’ll see.”
“That sounds exciting.”
She pouted.
“Don’t you want to dance with me?”
“Sure,” I said.
I had a feeling I wasn’t going to move a piano tonight.
The barman put down two large glasses, three-quarters filled with green liquid. I made a move to reach for my roll, but he had already gone.
