“Do you think so, Benny?” Her eyes got wide with the smile she was putting on. It didn’t look like love to Benny, more like fright.
“Oh, sure. He was just talking about you the other day. He was telling me about another cruise he’s planning to take.”
Miss Driscoll’s smile got fluttery.
“Of course, your not calling him or anything-But then, he didn’t know about the troubles you’ve been having. Poor Pat and everything.”
She felt rescued for a moment and switched away from Alverato. “Yes, isn’t it the strangest thing? I had an idea that you two-I thought at first she’d been with you. But now that you’re back in town, and she hasn’t even called or anything! Is she in this house, by any chance?”
She shouldn’t have thought that Benny figured she shouldn’t even have known enough to make such a guess.
“As a matter of fact, Nancy, she is.”
“She is!”
“But you can’t see her right now. Pat hasn’t been well for a few days, hasn’t been out at all.”
“Dear, dear. It isn’t serious?”
“No, nothing like that She does get out, you know. I don’t know why she hasn’t bothered getting in touch or anything. But then, she and I have spent a lot of time together. You know how it is.”
“Why, of course, Benny.” She looked maternal.
“She’ll be up and around soon, though. Fact is, we’re planning an evening out. Got reservations and everything. Monday night, at the Beau Brummel Club. Do you know it?”
“No, I don’t know it.”
“Would you like to join us?”
“The Beau Brummel Club?”
“Yeah. Monday night.”
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly, Benny. I had a time to get off just for today. Dear, how late it’s getting! I think-”
“But it’s in the evening.”
“I really hadn’t noticed the time. And the train schedules, so long between-”
“Don’t you want to see Al?”
That hunted look showed for a second. “I do, Benny, I really do, but-”
“Fact is, Nancy, he won’t be back till late.”
“Dear, dear-”
“Perhaps you’re right, though. Perhaps you better let it go this time and come back later. Call up first. He’ll be anxious to see you.”
She didn’t look hunted any more. She looked relieved.
Now that the worst was over, and she didn’t have to see Alverato to go through with goodness knows what, she wasted no time. Benny took her to the door and told one of the men to drive her back. “When do you have to make that train?” he asked her.
“Seven sharp. If they didn’t come so few and far between-”
“I know how it is. Grand Central?”
“Yes, Grand Central.”
While Miss Driscoll stood on the steps, Benny told the man what car to use. By then he had moved out of earshot. “Take her to Grand Central and watch where she goes. Then call me.”
The man nodded and went for the car. He and Miss Driscoll left in time to make that train at seven sharp. Benny waited till nine before he got his call. “I lost her,” said the man.
“What happened?”
“I got to Grand Central a quarter to seven. She goes in and I go after. Left the car right there on Forty-second. I got a ticket for that. Who’s gonna-”
“Never mind that crap, what happened?”
“Nothin! She hangs around the windows, then the clock. Then she goes out again.”
“Waiting for somebody?”
“Naw, just tripping around, sort of. Then she goes out and it’s getting closer to seven all the time, Benny; she goes out and comes back.”
“So go on, for chrissakes!”
“She makes a phone call. I seen her use a dime, I think, just one coin, you know? Then she talks and naturally I don’t hear what she says.”
“Then what?”
“Nothin’. She goes out and I lose her. She takes a cab and off she goes.”
“Did you get the number? The cab number?”
“I’m a gumshoe?”
Alverato was watching the fights on the television set. He was lying on the couch with his shoes off and didn’t pay any attention when the door opened.
“Al, you’ll want to hear this.”
“Later, later.” He was watching hard. “There’s some trouble.”
“Cover up, ya bum!” he yelled, and his balled fists jerked in the air.
“Hey, Al. Remember a dame called Driscoll?”
“You still bothering me?” Alverato reared up on one arm.
“Nancy Driscoll.”
“What?”
“She was visiting today. Came to see you.”
Alverato sat up and stared at Benny. “Little Nancy. Here? She was here?”
“This afternoon. She says you and she’ve been trying to get together again.”
“She said that? I never said-”
“It was a con deal of some kind.”
Alverato got up then and turned off the television. He was paying attention. “Driscoll? Con deal? She’s too dumb. Who’s with her.”
“She asked if Pat was here.”
“Pendleton!” Alverato caught it faster than Benny had expected.
“I think so. I pumped her a little, caught her in a few little slips, like having to take the train out of town and making a local call instead.”
“What did she want?”
“First she says she wants to see you. Then I tell her Pat’s here and how I’m going to take her to a night spot next Monday. She loses interest in you and beats it out of here.”
“What night spot? Did you give a name?”
“I said the Beau Brummel. First thing came to my mind.”
Alverato started to pace. He was kneading his big hands together and there was a grin on his face. “That’s using the old noodle, Benny! You really faked a setup for her, and Pendleton’s going to bite. He’s got to. He’ll take the chance. Old Wrinkle-ass is going to try his hand at making a snatch. The old noodle, Benny,” and he slapped him on the back. “I like the way you picked my club for the setup. Boy, that’ll make it just jake.”
“Now wait a minute, Al-”
“Wait nothing, boy. This is one setup from heaven! Pendleton’s gonna get an old-time party, one of those outdated deals he keeps yapping about.”
“Listen, Al. I wouldn’t I just said that to her to see if she’d bite, or if she was on the level maybe.”
“You nuts? This is from heaven, Benny! I’m going to give old Pendy a demonstration in the old manner!”
“Al, you can’t do it. You can’t send Pat out there in the middle of it What if-”
“Keep out of this, Benny. This kind of thing I know how!” And he did. Suddenly he was no longer a slob acting a role from an old melodrama. He was the wheel, as he had been years ago, the boss who understood and enjoyed force well enough to make it a big, brash, and effective tool.
Alverato went to the door and yelled for somebody to bring a road map of the state. Then he went to the desk and sat down, drumming his fingers.
“Call Birdie in here,” he said, and Benny did.
He sat behind the desk with a map and a pencil and told his two lieutenants to listen closely. “Pendleton’s going to have an eye out for her. If Pat doesn’t show, and you, Benny, he’ll smell it’s a setup and the deal is off. You take her there at nine. Sit around till eleven. Don’t leave later or you might hit the homegoing crowd on the highway. Birdie, I want you to sew up the club. Have the guys on the floor, in the balcony, parking lot, the works. I’ll leave it to you. Now, if I know my onions, Pendleton won’t make the snatch in the club. He knows it’s mine. Besides, he doesn’t like a mess. He’s going to make his try on the highway.”
“Look, Al-” Benny started again.
“You keep outa this. I’m running this show. Now bend over here and look at this map.” They all moved up and watched the pencil move. “The club’s here. There’s only two ways out. This road, direct to the highway going to the city, and this road back to the place here. You’ll be taking this road when you go to the club, Benny. At eleven you’ll take it back home. From the club to this crossing is about three miles. Three miles of nothing but pasture. If Pendleton knows anything, he won’t pick that stretch. From the house to the club there’s eight miles of commuter towns and small places along the road. Pendleton’s not the kind to try anything there. He’ll make his move here.”