island, actually more like the end of a small peninsula including the road. From the air I imagine the picture would have been much like half of a dumbbell, which seemed appropriate, since there were usually half a dozen dumbbells on the premises. You couldnât just drive out to see the dumbbells, though. First you had to pass through a heavy gate made out of what appeared to be two-inch steel pipes. And to accomplish that, you had to get the approval of a guy at the gate, a guy named Fleck who looked like Gargantua, and who appeared to be made out of four-inch steel pipes.
Fleck, at any rate, was the boy who used to be on the gate. Yes, he still was. Opening and closing it probably taxed all his creative powers to the utmost, but at least he was good at it. You might almost say of him that he was that most fortunate of men, one who had found his niche. Of course, presumably his duty was not merely to open and close the gate for invited visitors, but to kill anybody who wasnât invited.
Heâd lumbered into view from behind a green hedge near the gateâs pipes and stood on massive legs, his thick arms dangling at his sides. His resemblance to the Missing Link was remarkable. His head sort of came to a point in front, between his little red eyes, and his chin looked like something Samson might have slain the Philistines with. At the end of his dangling right arm, like a toy in the huge hand, was a large gun, which he seemed to dangle toward me as I got out of the Cad and walked to the gate.
âHello, Fleck,â I said agreeably. âOpen up.â
âI remember you,â he said. âDonât I?â
âMan, if you donât know, how would I know? Shell Scott, I was here a couple years ago.â
âCouple years.â He shook his head.
I knew what he was thinking. Couple years , he was thinking. How long is that?
Heâd heard my name thoughârecently. If Jimmy had been expecting me and the boys he would have told Fleck.
âYeah,â Fleck said finally. âJimmy says â¦â
He stopped and looked carefully at my Cad. Then he looked behind it. Then he looked all around. Clearly, no boys were anywhere about. Finally he looked way up in the air.
âFleck,â I said, âare you looking for Stub and Bingo and Little Phil?â
He fixed the red eyes on me again. âWell, yeah, I was.â
âTheyâll be along later. Open up.â
âWell â¦â
âI had quite a talk with Bingo. Open up. Didnât Jimmy tell you I was coming out?â
âYeah, but ⦠But â¦â
âWell, O.K., if you donât want me to see Jimmy. See if I care,â I said. Sometimes it helped to talk to him like that.
He shook his head. Then he opened the gate.
I climbed into the Cad again and drove past Fleck, who was still shaking his head, and on up the asphalt drive, which curved in front of the house and ended at a wooden two-car garage, which was past the house and near the waterâs edge. The garage door was open and two Cadillac sedans were visible. I braked to a stop a few yards behind them.
On my left was a small strip of grass growing from the edge of the asphalt down to the water, and on my right was the home of Jimmy Violet. It was a two-story brick and wood job, very attractive on the outside. Inside, it was a dump. At least it had been the last time I was here.
On that occasion Iâd called upon Jimmy Violet at my own request, trying to get information about the lad Iâd tagged on the grand larceny rap. I hadnât got any info; and I had found Jimmy Violet a nauseating host, but weâd each learned to know the other a little better. Weâd each learned we loathed the other.
The place was a dump not because it hadnât originally been rather tastefully furnished, but because there was dust and all kinds of slop around. Jimmy wasnât marriedâI understood he had once been years
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