whatever his eyes saw, they did not see me. The strange light turned his dark brown skin into a kind of smoky gold. He looked around again, grinning with delight.
âHey, man!â he called out. âHey, manâyou still up there?â
âIâm here. Can you hear me?â
âMan, if youâre still there, I canât hear you, I canât see you, and you better believe me, it donât bother me one bit!â
Mrs. Gonzales screamed. She screamed two or three times and then settled for sobbing.
âTell McCabe,â yelled Robinson, âtell McCabe to take his prowl car and shove it up his goddamn ass! Tell McCabeââ
I never knew what else he would have told McCabe to do, because at that moment McCabe kicked in the door of Montezâs apartment, and then there were the two of them, McCabe and Robinson, standing in a litter of broken laths and chunks of plaster, just the two of them, standing in the litter and staring at each other.
McCabe looked up at me and said, âStay back from the edge, because the whole lousy ceilingâs coming down. I called emergency. Weâre going to empty the building, so tell that Gonzales woman to put on her coat and come downstairs.â Then he turned to Robinson. âYou had to do it. You couldnât stay up there. You had to show youâre an athlete.â
To which Robinson said nothing at all.
Back in the prowl car, later, I asked Robinson what he had seen.
âIn Montezâs apartment? The man has a lot of books. You know, sometimes I say to myself I should have been a teacher instead of a cop. My brother-in-lawâs a teacher. A principal. He makes more money than I do and heâs got some respect. A cop has no respect. You break your back and risk your life, and they spit in your face.â
âYou can say that again,â McCabe said.
âWe once pulled four people out of a burning building on One hundred fortieth Streetâmy own peopleâand some son of a bitch clipped me with a brick. For what? For saving four people?â
âYou know what I mean. When you stood there on the grass and looked around you, what did you see?â
âA lousy old-law tenement that should have been torn down fifty years ago,â said Robinson.
âYou take a car like this,â said McCabe, âitâs unusual to you. You pull a few strings downtown, and they say, OK, sit in the car and write a story about it. For us itâs a grind, day in, day out, one lousy grind.â He took a call on the car radio. âLiquor store this time. West One hundred seventeenth, Bradyâs place. You know,â he said to me, âthey rip off that place every month, regular as clockwork.â
The siren going, we tore up Amsterdam Avenue to 117th Street.
5
General Hardyâs Profession
Miss Kanter was not quite certain whether she was in love with Dr. Blausman or not, but she felt that the privilege of working for such a man repaid and balanced her devotion, even though Dr. Blausman never made a pass at her or even allowed her that peculiar intimacy that many men have with their secretaries. It was not that Dr. Blausman was cold; he was happily married and utterly devoted to his work and his family, and brilliant. Miss Kanter had wept very real tears of joy when he was elected president of the Society.
In her own right, Miss Kanter was skilled and devoted, and after five years with Dr. Blausman she had developed a very keen clinical perception of her own. When she took a history of a new patient, it was not only complete but pointed and revealing. In the case of Alan Smith, however, there was a noticeable hiatus.
âWhich troubles me somewhat,â Dr. Blausman remarked. âI dislike taking anyone who isnât a referral.â
âHe has been referred, or recommended, I suppose. He mentioned the air shuttle, which makes me think he is either from Washington or Boston. Washington, I would
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