âCigarette?â
âThanks.â He went over and let her hold the lighter for him. Her eyes studied the shape of his mouth.
âWell,â she said, ânow Angieâs got a man of her own, maybe the rest of us can relax. Not that I cared about Harry. Like I said. But Harrietâs sure got the axe out for her, and I know one of Billâs babes split with him on her account.â She walked away with a lazy swing of the hips. âMe, as soon as the funeralâs over, Iâm going to take a trip. A long one, with all the trimmings.â
âYouâre forgetting the police.â
âOh, yeah.â She reflected, then smiled. âOh well, it wonât be for long, and itâs kind of exciting anyway. That Trehearne guy â heâs cute.â
âPractically devastating.â
She came back and stood in front of Vickers. âWere you and Harry real good friends?â
âWhat did Harry say about it?â
âOh, he never said much. Nobody ever told me much about you. I guess theyâd all sort of forgotten about you by this time. Only thing I remember him saying was once when he was crying on Billâs shoulder over some deal that was going sour on him and Bill said if you were here you could tell him how to swing it, and Harry said yes, you could, and that was the trouble with you. You were so goddamned sure of yourself, and so goddamn right.â She laughed. âAre you?â
âI donât know, Jennie.â He was looking at her, but not seeing her. He said slowly, âIâve been a very unlucky man. I could always do everything too easily, and too well.â
âEven love?â
He ran the tip of his finger from her ear down under her chin and tilted it up. âEven that.â She stood waiting for his kiss, and he stood looking down at her. âIn South America I had a woman,â he said softly. âShe nursed me through the fever. Itâs not a nice kind of nursing. She stole food for me. Sometimes she sold herself for a few centavos â the men were all poor down there â to buy quinine, or some goatâs milk for me. Would you do that, Jennie?â
She said angrily, âWhy should I do it? You got Angie, havenât you? Besides, thatâs silly.â
âYes,â he said. âYes, I suppose it is.â He took his hand away from her chin and stepped back. âBut then weâre all silly at times, arenât we? Even you, Jennie.â He bowed with courtly grace. âGood day, Mrs. Bryce. Donât let widowhood sit too heavily upon you. Remember youâre still young, and life goes on.â At the door he paused and glanced back at her. âIâll give your love to Angie.â He went out. She was still trying to think of something to say.
On the steps Vickers met Joe Trehearne. They stopped and eyed each other with friendly smiles that went no farther than the lips. Trehearne said,
âI didnât expect to see you so soon again.â
âJust offering further condolences to the widow, poor little thing. Be easy on her, old boy. Sheâs the fragile sort.â
âYes,â Trehearne said dryly. âI had her pegged that way.â
âAny further news?â
âNot yet.â
âLet us know.â
âIâll do that.â
Trehearne went in. Vickers walked down Bedford Drive to Wilshire and one block east to Roxbury and stood looking at his store.
It was a beautiful thing. It was functional and clean and proud. The windows glistened, the displays were the last and final word in swank. There wasnât a thing inside you could afford to buy if you made less than a hundred thousand a year. Vickers crossed the street and went inside.
It was just as it had been the last time he saw it. A new coat of paint, perhaps, but it was the same discreet and quiet gray. Thick carpeting, indirect lighting, the floor space divided into salons presided
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