He heard the key turning in the lock.
He was suddenly very frightened.
She had handcuffed both hands behind his back during one of his periods of unconsciousness, and then had used a leather belt to lash his feet together. He lay naked on the floor now and waited for her arrival, trying to tell himself he did not need her, and knowing that he needed her desperately.
It was very warm in the room, but he was shivering. His skin was beginning to itch but he could not scratch himself because his hands were manacled behind his back. He could smell his own body odors — he had not been bathed or shaved in three days — but he did not care about his smell or his beard, he only cared that she was not here yet, what was keeping her?
He lay in the darkness and tried not to count the minutes.
The girl was naked when she came into the room. She did not put on the light. There was the familiar tray in her hands, but it did not carry food any more. The Llama was on the left-hand side of the tray. Alongside the gun were a small cardboard box, a book of matches, a spoon with its handle bent back toward the bowl, and a glassine envelope.
"Hello, doll," she said. "Did you miss me?"
Carella did not answer.
"Have you been waiting for me?" the girl asked. "What's the matter, don't you feel like talking?" She laughed her mirthless laugh. "Don't worry, baby," she said. "I'm going to fix you."
She put the tray down on the chair near the door, and then walked to him.
"I think I'll play with you awhile," she said. "Would you like me to play with you?"
Carella did not answer.
"Well, if you're not even going to talk to me, I guess I'll just have to leave. After all, I know when I'm not—"
"No, don't go," Carella said.
"Do you want me to stay?"
"Yes."
''Say it."
"I want you to stay."
"That's better. What would you like, baby? Would you like me to play with you a little?"
"No."
"Don't you like being played with?"
"No."
"What do you like, baby?"
He did not answer.
"Well, you have to tell me," she said, "or I just won't give it to you."
"I don't know," he said.
"You don't know what you like?"
"Yes."
"Do you like the way I look without any clothes on?"
"Yes, you look all right."
"But that doesn't interest you, does it?"
"No."
"What does interest you?"
Again, he did not answer.
"Well, you must know what interests you. Don't you know?"
"No, I don't know."
"Tch," the girl said, and rose and began walking toward the door.
"Where are you going?" he asked quickly.
"Just to put some water in the spoon, doll," she said soothingly. "Don't worry. I'll be back."
She took the spoon from the tray and walked out of the room, leaving the door open. He could hear the water tap running in the kitchen. Hurry up, he thought, and then thought, No, I don't need you, leave me alone, goddamn you, leave me alone!
"Here I am," she said. She took the tray off the seat of the chair and then sat and picked up the glassine envelope. She emptied its contents into the spoon, and then struck a match and held it under the blackened bowl. "Got to cook it up," she said. "Got to cook it up for my baby. You getting itchy for it, baby? Don't worry, I'll take care of you. What's your wife's name?"
"Teddy," he said.
"Oh my," she said, "you still remember. That's a shame." She blew out the match. She opened the small box on the tray, and removed the hypodermic syringe and needle from it. She affixed the needle to the syringe, and depressed the plunger to squeeze any air out of the cylindrical glass tube. From the same cardboard box, which was the original container in which the syringe had been marketed, she took a piece of absorbent cotton, which she placed over the milky white liquid in the bowl of the spoon. Using the cotton as a filter, knowing that even the smallest piece of solid matter would clog the tiny opening in the hypodermic needle, she drew the liquid up into the syringe, and then smiled and said, "There we are, all ready for my doll."
"I don't want it," Carella said suddenly.
"Oh, honey, please don't lie to me," she said calmly. "I know you want it, what's your wife's name?"
"Teddy."
"Teddy, tch, tch, well, well," she said. From the cardboard box, she took a loop of string, and then walked to Carella and put the syringe on the floor beside him. She looped the piece of string around his arm, just above the elbow joint.
"What's your wife's name?" she asked.
"Teddy."
"You want this, doll?"
"No."
"Oooh, it's very good," she said. "We had some this afternoon, it was very good stuff. Aren't you just aching all over for it, what's your wife's name?"
"Teddy."
"Has she got tits like mine?"
Carella did not answer.
"Oh, but that doesn't interest you, does it? All that interests you is what's right here in this syringe, isn't that right?"
"No."
"This is a very high-class shooting gallery, baby. No eyedroppers here, oh no. Everything veddy high-tone. Though I don't know how we're going to keep ourselves in junk now that little Sweetass is gone. He shouldn't have killed her, he really shouldn't have."
"Then why did he?"
"I'll ask the questions, doll. Do you remember your wife's name?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"Teddy."
"Then I guess I'll go. I can make good use of this myself." She picked up the syringe. "Shall I go?"
"Do what you want to do."
"If I leave this room," the girl said, "I won't come back until tomorrow morning. That'll be a long night, baby. You think you can last the night without a fix?" She paused. "Do you want this or not?"
"Leave me alone," he said.
"No. No, no, we can't leave you alone. In a little while, baby, you are going to tell us everything you know, you are going to tell us exactly how you found us, you are going to tell us because if you don't we'll leave you here to drown in your own vomit. Now what's your wife's name?"
"Teddy."
"No."
"Yes. Her name is Teddy."
"How can I give you this if your memory's so good?"
"Then don't give it to me."
"Okay," the girl said, and walked toward the door. "Goodnight, doll. I'll see you in the morning."
"Wait."
"Yes?" The girl turned. There was no expression on her face.
"You forgot your tourniquet," Carella said.
"So I did," the girl answered. She walked back to him and removed the string from his arm. "Play it cool," she said. "Go ahead. See how far you get by playing it cool. Tomorrow morning you'll be rolling all over the floor when I come in." She kissed him swiftly on the mouth. She sighed deeply. "Ahh," she said, "why do you force me to be mean to you?"
She went back to the door and busied herself with putting the string and cotton back into the box, straightening the book of matches and the spoon, aligning the syringe with the other items.
"Well, good night," she said, and walked out of the room, locking the door behind her.
The girl came back into the room at nine-twenty-five. She was fully clothed. The Llama was in her right hand. She closed the door gently behind her, but did not bother to switch on the overhead light. She watched Carella silently for several moments, the neon blinking around the edges of the drawn shade across the room. Then she said, "You're shivering, baby."