I sat down in a chair with a bottle of Old Plantation in my hand wondering what I had said that could be construed as offensive or indiscreet. As I was unable to think of anything, I consoled myself with the bottle until Henry came out of the bathroom looking extremely personable in one of my pleated shirts and a wing collar and black bow tie.
It was dark when we left the apartment and I, at least, was full of hope and confidence, although a little depressed by the way Ellen Macintosh had spoken to me over the telephone.
FOUR
Mr. Gandesi’s establishment was not difficult to find, inasmuch as the first taxicab driver Henry yelled at on Spring Street directed us to it. It was called the Blue Lagoon and its interior was bathed in an unpleasant blue light. Henry and I entered it steadily, since we had consumed a partly solid meal at Mandy’s Caribbean Grotto before starting out to find Mr. Gandesi. Henry looked almost handsome in my second-best dinner suit, with a fringed white scarf hanging over his shoulder, a lightweight black felt hat on the back of his head (which was only a little larger than mine), and a bottle of whiskey in each of the side pockets of the summer overcoat he was wearing.
The bar of the Blue Lagoon was crowded, but Henry and I went on back to the small dim dining room behind it. A man in a dirty dinner suit came up to us and Henry asked him for Gandesi, and he pointed out a fat man who sat alone at a small table in the far corner of the room. We went that way.
The man sat with a small glass of red wine in front of him and slowly twisted a large green stone on his finger. He did not look up. There were no other chairs at the table, so Henry leaned on it with both elbows.
«You Gandesi?» he said.
The man did not look up even then. He moved his thick black eyebrows together and said in an absent voice: «Si. Yes.»
«We got to talk to you in private,» Henry told him. «Where we won’t be disturbed.»
Gandesi looked up now and there was extreme boredom in his flat black almond-shaped eyes. «So?» he asked and shrugged. «Eet ees about what?»
«About some pearls,» Henry said. «Forty-nine on the string, matched and pink.»
«You sell — or you buy?» Gandesi inquired and his chin began to shake up and down as if with amusement.
«Buy,» Henry said.
The man at the table crooked his finger quietly and a very large waiter appeared at his side. «Ees dronk,» he said lifelessly. «Put dees men out.»
The waiter took hold of Henry’s shoulder. Henry reached up carelessly and took hold of the waiter’s hand and twisted it. The waiter’s face in that bluish light turned some color I could not describe, but which was not at all healthy. He let out a low moan. Henry dropped the hand and said to me: «Put a C-note on the table.»
I took my wallet out and extracted from it one of the two hundred-dollar bills I had taken the precaution to obtain from the cashier at the Chateau Moraine. Gandesi stared at the bill and made a gesture to the large waiter, who went away rubbing his hand and holding it tight against his chest.
«What for?» Gandesi asked.
«Five minutes of your time alone.»
«Ees very fonny. O.K., I bite.» Gandesi took the bill and folded it neatly and put it in his vest pocket. Then he put both hands on the table and pushed himself heavily to his feet. He started to waddle away without looking at us.
Henry and I followed him among the crowded tables to the far side of the dining room and through a door in the wainscoting and then down a narrow dim hallway. At the end of this Gandesi opened a door into a lighted room and stood holding it for us, with a grave smile on his olive face. I went in first.
As Henry passed in front of Gandesi into the room the latter, with surprising agility, took a small shiny black leather club from his clothes and hit Henry on the head with it very hard. Henry sprawled forward on his hands and knees. Gandesi shut the door of the room very quickly for a man of his build and leaned against it with the small club in his left hand. Now, very suddenly, in his right hand appeared a short but heavy black revolver.
«Ees very fonny,» he said politely, and chuckled to himself.
Exactly what happened then I did not see clearly. Henry was at one instant on his hands and knees with his back to Gandesi. In the next, or possibly even in the same instant, something swirled like a big fish in water and Gandesi grunted. I then saw that Henry’s hard blond head was buried in Gandesi’s stomach and that Henry’s large hands held both of Gandesi’s hairy wrists. Then Henry straightened his body to its full height and Gandesi was high up in the air balanced on top of Henry’s head, his mouth strained wide open and his face a dark purple color. Then Henry shook himself, as it seemed, quite lightly, and Gandesi landed on his back on the floor with a terrible thud and lay gasping. Then a key turned in the door and Henry stood with his back to it, holding both the club and the revolver in his left hand, and solicitously feeling the pockets which contained our supply of whiskey. All this happened with such rapidity that I leaned against the side wall and felt a little sick at my stomach.
«A gut-buster,» Henry drawled. «A comedian. Wait’ll I loosen my belt.»
Gandesi rolled over and got to his feet very slowly and painfully and stood swaying and passing his hand up and down his face. His clothes were covered with dust.
«This here’s a sap,» Henry said, showing me the small black club. «He hit me with it, didn’t he?»
«Why, Henry, don’t you know?» I inquired.
«I just wanted to be sure,» Henry said. «You don’t do that to the Eichelbergers.»
«O.K., what you boys want?» GandeSi asked abruptly, with no trace whatever of his Italian accent.
«I told you what we wanted, dough-face.»
«I don’t think I know you boys,» Gandesi said and lowered his body with care into a wooden chair beside a shabby office desk. He mopped his face and neck and felt himself in various places.
«You got the wrong idea, Gandesi. A lady living in Carondelet Park lost a forty-nine bead pearl necklace a couple of days back. A box job, but a pushover. Our outfit’s carrying a little insurance on those marbles. And I’ll take that C note.»
He walked over to Gandesi and Gandesi quickly reached the folded bill from his pocket and handed it to him. Henry gave me the bill and I put it back in my wallet.
«I don’t think I hear about it,» Gandesi said carefully.
«You hit me with a sap,» Henry said. «Listen kind of hard.»
Gandesi shook his head and then winced. «I don’t back no petermen,» he said, «nor no heist guys. You got me wrong.»
«Listen hard,» Henry said in a low voice. «You might hear something.» He swung the small black club lightly in front of his body with two fingers of his right hand. The slightly too-small hat was still on the back of his head, although a little crumpled.
«Henry,» I said, «you seem to be doing all the work this evening. Do you think that is quite fair?»
«O.K., work him over,» Henry said. «These fat guys bruise something lovely.»
By this time Gandesi had become a more natural color and was gazing at us steadily. «Insurance guys, huh?» he inquired dubiously.
«You said it, dough-face.»
«You try Melachrino?» Gandesi asked.
«Haw,» Henry began raucously, «a gut-buster. A —» but I interrupted him sharply.
«One moment, Henry,» I said. Then turning to Gandesi, «Is this Melachrino a person?» I asked him.
Gandesi’s eyes rounded in surprise. «Sure — a guy. You don’t know him, huh?» A look of dark suspicion was born in his sloeblack eyes, but vanished almost as soon as it appeared.