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Authors: James Hadley Chase
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desk and took out my .38 gun. I checked it and then thrust it into my trouser belt.
‘Get your gun too, Bill,’ I said. ‘We could walk into trouble.’
He unlocked his drawer and produced a pair of brass knuckle-dusters. He slid them on each hand and surveyed them with loving eyes.
‘If you have a gun, Dirk, I don’t need a gun.’
‘Hey! Those things are illegal!’
‘That’s a fact. So they are illegal.’ He took them off and dropped them into his pocket. ‘Nothing like a lump of brass if one gets into a fight with a black.’
I shrugged. I knew he had a punch that would put a mule to sleep. With those lethal bits of brass, he could put an elephant to sleep.
‘I have a phone call to make, then we take off.’ I called the Bellevue Hotel. I was lucky to catch Suzy. She sounded breathless. I could hear the sound of voices as people converged on the reception desk.
‘Just a word, love,’ I said. ‘Thanks for putting the wall right and for the locks. You are marvellous!’
‘That makes two of us, my hero. Keep out of trouble. See you next Wednesday,’ and she hung up.
Leaving the office, Bill and I went down to the car. It was still drizzling. I drove to Secomb’s main street, fought for parking, then we walked to Lucino’s restaurant.
I often dined there, and Lucino, squat, enormously fat and more Italian than the Italians, beamed a welcome. We shook hands, said this and that, then he conducted us to a corner table. At this early hour, the restaurant was nearly empty.
‘The special, Lucino,’ I said as I sat down.
‘For you, Mr. Wallace, the very special.’
He brought us a rough Italian wine, poured the drinks, then went away.
‘If we come out of this disco alive,’ Bill said, ‘what’s the next move?’
‘We go in there as Acme operators,’ I said. ‘I ask to see Hank. If by then there isn’t a rough house, and if Hank shows up, I am asking him if he can help us to find Terry. Do you now see how important Terry is to this investigation?’
Bill scratched his head.
‘I guess so,’ he said doubtfully. ‘I see he gets you around.’
‘That’s the idea. So you ask what’s the next move to be. This depends on how cooperative Hank is. I doubt if he’ll tell us anything. So the next move is we latch on to Angela, and follow her from the moment she gets up to the moment she goes to bed.’
Bill nodded. This was the kind of work he liked.
‘Think you’ll get something from that?’
‘I don’t know, but it’s worth a try.’
Lucino came to the table bearing a vast platter of spaghetti, decorated with crisp, fried octopus, pieces of chicken and shrimps. Hot plates were produced and a big bowl of sauce that smelt of garlic and tomatoes was planked down on the table.
‘The best, Mr. Wallace,’ Lucino said, beaming. ‘Nothing but the best for you.’
We ate. Both of us were hungry. When there was nothing left, we sat back and looked at each other.
‘Ready for a possible rough house, Bill?’ I asked.
He grinned.
‘After that meal, I’m ready to take on the Marines.’
The time was 20.15. A little early for the Black Cassette to be in action.
I drove down to the waterfront, found a parking space, then we walked the rest of the way to the disco. As we reached the shoddy entrance to the club, I eased my gun for a quick draw. I saw Bill had his hands in his pockets.
I shoved open the door and we walked into a large room, furnished with small tables against the walls, a polished dance floor in the centre and, at the end of the room, a bar.
There was a distinct smell of reefer smoke hanging in the air. As I had thought, the action hadn’t started, but there were a number of black people: men and women, sitting at some of the tables drinking beer.
Three men, one holding a trumpet, one holding a sax and the third one setting up a drum set, were on a raised platform.
The whole outfit looked respectable enough.
There was a sudden, solid silence as we walked in. In a
‘Get your gun too, Bill,’ I said. ‘We could walk into trouble.’
He unlocked his drawer and produced a pair of brass knuckle-dusters. He slid them on each hand and surveyed them with loving eyes.
‘If you have a gun, Dirk, I don’t need a gun.’
‘Hey! Those things are illegal!’
‘That’s a fact. So they are illegal.’ He took them off and dropped them into his pocket. ‘Nothing like a lump of brass if one gets into a fight with a black.’
I shrugged. I knew he had a punch that would put a mule to sleep. With those lethal bits of brass, he could put an elephant to sleep.
‘I have a phone call to make, then we take off.’ I called the Bellevue Hotel. I was lucky to catch Suzy. She sounded breathless. I could hear the sound of voices as people converged on the reception desk.
‘Just a word, love,’ I said. ‘Thanks for putting the wall right and for the locks. You are marvellous!’
‘That makes two of us, my hero. Keep out of trouble. See you next Wednesday,’ and she hung up.
Leaving the office, Bill and I went down to the car. It was still drizzling. I drove to Secomb’s main street, fought for parking, then we walked to Lucino’s restaurant.
I often dined there, and Lucino, squat, enormously fat and more Italian than the Italians, beamed a welcome. We shook hands, said this and that, then he conducted us to a corner table. At this early hour, the restaurant was nearly empty.
‘The special, Lucino,’ I said as I sat down.
‘For you, Mr. Wallace, the very special.’
He brought us a rough Italian wine, poured the drinks, then went away.
‘If we come out of this disco alive,’ Bill said, ‘what’s the next move?’
‘We go in there as Acme operators,’ I said. ‘I ask to see Hank. If by then there isn’t a rough house, and if Hank shows up, I am asking him if he can help us to find Terry. Do you now see how important Terry is to this investigation?’
Bill scratched his head.
‘I guess so,’ he said doubtfully. ‘I see he gets you around.’
‘That’s the idea. So you ask what’s the next move to be. This depends on how cooperative Hank is. I doubt if he’ll tell us anything. So the next move is we latch on to Angela, and follow her from the moment she gets up to the moment she goes to bed.’
Bill nodded. This was the kind of work he liked.
‘Think you’ll get something from that?’
‘I don’t know, but it’s worth a try.’
Lucino came to the table bearing a vast platter of spaghetti, decorated with crisp, fried octopus, pieces of chicken and shrimps. Hot plates were produced and a big bowl of sauce that smelt of garlic and tomatoes was planked down on the table.
‘The best, Mr. Wallace,’ Lucino said, beaming. ‘Nothing but the best for you.’
We ate. Both of us were hungry. When there was nothing left, we sat back and looked at each other.
‘Ready for a possible rough house, Bill?’ I asked.
He grinned.
‘After that meal, I’m ready to take on the Marines.’
The time was 20.15. A little early for the Black Cassette to be in action.
I drove down to the waterfront, found a parking space, then we walked the rest of the way to the disco. As we reached the shoddy entrance to the club, I eased my gun for a quick draw. I saw Bill had his hands in his pockets.
I shoved open the door and we walked into a large room, furnished with small tables against the walls, a polished dance floor in the centre and, at the end of the room, a bar.
There was a distinct smell of reefer smoke hanging in the air. As I had thought, the action hadn’t started, but there were a number of black people: men and women, sitting at some of the tables drinking beer.
Three men, one holding a trumpet, one holding a sax and the third one setting up a drum set, were on a raised platform.
The whole outfit looked respectable enough.
There was a sudden, solid silence as we walked in. In a
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