“Forget it. I was glad I was around.”
“I just want you to know I think you’re splendid,” she said, and went away, leaving me a
little hot and flustered.
I took a bath, lying in the hot water for half an hour or so. I could hear them talking
downstairs, and when I got into bed, Roche came up and put his head round the door.
“All set?” he asked, edged his way in and stood at the foot of the bed looking at me.
I grinned at him.
“You bet.”
He shifted from one foot to the other, rubbed the end of his nose with the back of his hand
while he stared seriously at me.
“Anything on your mind?” I asked, seeing he wanted to say something but seemed at a loss
for words.
“I guess so. Me and Alice have been talking about you. I have a proposition to make you.
How would you like to come in with us? We’re doing pretty well, but we could do better.
With you to help us, we could expand. I don’t say there’s a fortune to be picked up, but if it
interests you I can show you the figures. I don’t mean I’m offering you a job. I’m offering
you a third share in the business. It could be a nice living. What do you say? Alice and me
would like to have you.”
I stared at him, scarcely believing I had heard aright.
“Why, you’re crazy!” I exclaimed, sitting up. “You don’t know a thing about me. You can’t
go offering me a third of your business just because I punched a fella in the jaw. What’s the
matter with you?”
Roche sat on the edge of the bed.
“We need help, Johnny. We need a guy like you. You know the trade, for one thing. Then
you’re big and can scrap -I can’t. We get some tough characters in here, and there’s not a lot I
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can do about it. We like you. We reckon you’d be worth every nickel you take out of the
business.”
He was probably right, but the job was no good to me. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but
I had to tell him.
“Look, Tom, let’s get this straightened out,” I said. “Don’t think I’m not grateful for the
offer. I am, but it can’t be done. Don’t get me wrong about this, but frankly I’ve been in
smalltime too long. All my life I’ve wanted money: not a few paltry dollars - my old man had
that and they got him nowhere - but a roll of money you could choke a horse with. Maybe it’s
because my old man kept me so short when I was a kid. The only thing he ever paid for was
my food. My clothes, movies, candy and all the other things kids spend dimes on I had to
earn, and it meant earning them the hard way: working after school, running errands,
delivering newspapers, cleaning windows, and never having any time to play. My old man
reckoned it would make me value money, but he was wrong. It made me determined to get a
pile somehow and have a glorious blow with it. I’ve got to make money. It’s become a thing
with me, and when I’ve got it I’m going on the biggest bender ever. I thought my chance had
come when my old man died. I figured I’d be able to sell the caf6 and go a bust on the
proceeds, but there were debts and there weren’t any proceeds. Right now all I’ve got are the
clothes I stand up in and forty dollars from my army gratuity. So I’m going to Miami where
the dough is, and some of it’s going to stick to me. Big dough, Tom, not little stuff. I have a
feeling in my bones if I can get to Miami I’ll hit the jackpot.”
Roche sat listening, his face expressionless.
“Why Miami, Johnny? Why not New York or any big city?”
“Something I heard,” I said. “I know it sounds cockeyed, but I met a guy who’s been to
Miami. He reckoned there was no place like it on earth. He said there were more millionaires
to the square inch out there than any other place in the world, and they go there for a
vacation, and they throw their money around like drunken sailors. If you’re smart you can
catch some of it. But don’t get me wrong. I don’t intend to work any racket or get into
trouble. I’m going to collect this pile legitimate. There’re all kinds of jobs going in Miami
where you can pick up big dough. Know what this guy told me? He said lifeguards make up
to two hundred bucks a week. He knew one of them who saved the life of a movie star, and
they gave him a thousand bucks and a job in Hollywood. This guy himself was a chauffeur,
and his boss kicked off and left him five grand. He’d only worked for him for three years.
Think of that! I don’t see why I shouldn’t muscle in on that kind of luck. That’s all it is. The
money’s there. It’s just a matter of being on the spot when these guys throw it around.”
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Roche rubbed his knee while he looked thoughtfully at me.
“Your pal didn’t tell you about the con men, the gamblers, the grafters, the whores and the
mobsters who are all in there like a wolf-pack trying to separate your millionaires from their
rolls, did he?” he asked quietly. “He didn’t mention the cops who hound a guy unless he’s
well dressed and keep him on the move? I’ve been to Miami, Johnny. Before I bust my leg I
used to drive a truck from Pelotta to Miami every week. It’s a fine town for millionaires, but
if you’re short of dough, it’s tougher than a jungle full of wild animals. Take my tip and
forget Miami. You’re living in a pipe-dream. Stay with us and you have a chance to make a
reasonable living and you’ll keep out of trouble. When a guy goes after the kind of dough
you’re talking about, sooner or later he’s going to get into trouble. Use your head, Johnny.
The only way you could break into big money is by fighting. I don’t know how good you are,
but if that punch is a sample, then I’d say …”
“Don’t say it,” I broke in. “I’ve quit fighting. I’m not finishing up half blind and my brains
leaking blood. That’s out. You say Miami is tough. This guy says it’s a soft touch. I guess I’ll
go and find out for myself. Maybe I’m crazy, but I’m going. Sorry, Tom, but that’s the way it
is. And don’t think I’m ungrateful.” Roche lifted his thin shoulders.
“Okay, if that’s how you feel about it, then go to Miami. Have a look around. Then come
back here. I can do with you. I’ll give you three months before I look for someone else. Think
about it, Johnny. A third share and a free hand, and only Alice and me to bother you. Think
about it.”
I didn’t have to think about it.
“Don’t wait for me, Tom,” I said. “You fix yourself up. I won’t be coming back.”
III
I had just finished breakfast when Roche put his head round the door.
“Solly Brant’s outside. He’s asking for you. Want to see him?”
“Why not, or shouldn’t I?”
Roche shrugged.
“Please yourself. He wouldn’t say what he wants.”
“Well, shoot him in.”
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I pushed back my plate, and, as I reached for a cigarette, Brant came in. His panama hat
was pushed to the back of his head. There were dark rings under his eyes, and he looked as if
he hadn’t slept for days.
“I’m sorry your boy can’t fight,” I said before he could open his mouth, “but he got what he
deserved. It’s no use coming moaning to me. It’s something I can’t do anything about.”
“Yeah, don’t tell me, I know,” Brant said, and pulled up a chair. He sat down. “He’s a bum,
always was; always will be.” He rubbed his face with his hand and groaned. “That punk’s put
years on my life. The trouble I’ve had with him.” He leaned forward and poked a fat ringer at
me. “Where did you learn to punch like that?”
“I’ve done a little fighting. If I’d known he had a glass jaw I’d have hit him some other