down the street to a luncheonette to call the President. Then he called his son at Romero Associates to arrange relief for Nateâhis son promised him an operative by two in the afternoonâthen Ves sat down and ate a small breakfast: poached egg, toast, and a glass of low fat milk. Then he went back up the block and rang the bell of the brownstone.
A short, dumpy woman with startlingly orange hair, wearing a passion-pink housecoat, appeared out of one of the side rooms and came to the door. Clutching a broom firmly in her left hand, she peered through the glass panel at Ves. âYes?â she mouthed through the door.
âMrs. OâGorman?â Ves asked politely. âI wonder if I might ask you a few questions?â
âWhat?â she mouthed. He couldnât hear her, and it was clear that she couldnât hear him.
âA few questions!â Ves stated loudly at the door.
The lady mouthed something more, in obvious agitation, and waved the broom up and down a few times for emphasis. Ves couldnât hear a sound from inside the door.
âOpen the door,â Ves said, carefully moving his lips to the pattern of the words, âopen the door.â
âArb grab aaab!â the lady mouthed firmly from behind the closed door. Finally however, seeing that none of this was driving Ves away, she did open the door to the extent permitted by her chain lock. âNo more rooms!â she announced firmly, squeezing as much of her face as she could into the crack.
âInformation, not a room, I want,â Ves said hurriedly and ungrammatically, before she could slam the door. âIâll pay!â
âPay?â The word caught her attention. âHow much? What do you want to know? Letâs see the money.â
Ves took a ten-dollar bill out of his pocket and waved it in front of her. Her little eyes lit up, and she took the chain off the door. âCome in,â she said.
âIâd like some information on your tenant,â Ves said. âThe gentleman who left about an hour ago.â
âCome, sit down,â the lady said. âHave a cup of coffee. What do you want to know?â
Ves came into the kitchen with her and accepted a rose floral cup of a watery brown liquid he couldnât identify. âAnything you know about him,â Ves said. âHow long heâs been here, what he does during the day, any visitors he has had; is there anything at all unusual about him.â
âA week tomorrow,â the woman told him. âI donât know what he does, but he brings home books and magazines and papers all the time. No visitors and nothing unusual. Is that worth ten bucks?â
Ves handed her the bill. âNothing else?â he asked. âNothing out of the ordinary?â
âVery quiet man,â the landlady said. âGave me rent a week in advance. In gold.â
âGold?â Ves said, his voice betraying his fascination with this bit of news.
âItâs legal,â she said. âI checked.â
âA coin?â Ves asked.
âWhat then, a nugget?â
âMexican?â Ves asked.
âI wouldnât take no foreign money,â the landlady declared with patriotic virtue, fishing out the coin and displaying it in the stubby fingers. It, indeed, was not foreign. An eagle, minted in Philadelphia in 1833, it was as American as the president whose face was on the front: Alexander Hamilton.
âHamilton never was President of the United States,â Ves said, half to himself.
âThatâs what you say. Thatâs my coin and you give it back right now!â she exclaimed. And forthwith she reclaimed it.
âVes! Can you get over here right away?â the patch behind Vesâs ear asked in Nateâs voice.
âWhere?â Ves asked, touching the button.
âWhat?â asked the landlady.
âThereâs a Turkish bath on North Dakota and Y ,â Nateâs voice
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