There was a long silence. The three digested that piece of information. “I guess that hurts all right,” Lefty said. “Gee! I’d hate that to happen to me.”
“It wouldn’t hurt you as it hurts them,” Raven said.
“You think about it.” He got to his feet. “I’m goin’ to the bank to get some dough. I’ll stake you guys to a roll. You’ve got to get yourselves some new clothes. Don’t forget you’re livin’ at the St. Louis from now on.
When you’re fixed you’ve got to start work.” He broke off abruptly and stood listening.
The others sat very still.
Through the closed window they could hear a lot of shouting in the street. Raven took two quick steps to the window and threw it up. He looked down and then turned away.
“It’s out,” he said briefly. His eyes were very bright. “They’re tellin’ the world that Mendetta’s dead.”
The others made a move to the window, but he stopped them. “You’ve got to work fast now,” he said. “The sooner we’re organized the quicker we make dough.”
He went out of the room hurriedly.
The three made a dash to the window. Across the road they could see a newsvendor standing busily handing out papers. When the crowd thinned a little they could read his placard: MENDETTA AND MOLL SHOT TO DEATH
Lefty heaved a big sigh. “Didn’t I tell you that guy was somethin’?” he said proudly.
19
June 6th, 12.5 p.m.
GRANTHAM’S OFFICE door burst open and Lu came in. He shut the door hurriedly and waved a newspaper. “It’s out already,” he said excitedly. “Look, boss, they’re playin’ it on the front page.”
Grantham reached out and took the paper. He glanced at it and then tossed it on one side. “Quicker than I thought,” he said, lighting a cigarette. “There’s goin’ to be a lot of guys yellin’ at me very soon.”
Lu sat on the edge of the desk. “That dame Perminger,” he said. “Was it the right thing to turn her over to Carrie?”
Grantham looked at him coldly. “Why not?”
“Suppose she gets away an’ talks?”
“What do you want me to do? Finish her?”
Lu nodded. “That would have been a lot safer.”
“Listen, I’m the guy with brains. I want to keep that dame just where I can reach her in a hurry. You and I are under Raven now. As long as he brings in the dough, it’s all right with us. Have you thought that, maybe, he won’t succeed? Suppose we don’t get anythin’ better out of this change−over? Would you like the job of shifting Raven?”
Lu glanced away. “Where’s this leadin’ to?”
“As long as we’ve got a witness that Raven killed Mendetta we’ve got Raven where we want him. If he slips, then the Perminger dame goes to the cops with my love.”
“Yeah? And she spills that you’ve been holding her in a knockin’−shop.”
Grantham’s thin mouth twisted into a smile. “She’ll do what she’s told, and she’ll say what I want her to say.”
Lu raised his eyebrows. “She may be tough,” he said.
“Carrie likes ’em tough.” Grantham reached forward and knocked the ash off his cigarette. “I’ve told her to start softenin’ her as soon as she comes to the surface. Carrie knows her job.”
“If Raven gets to hear about this it’s goin’ to be just too bad for you.”
“Raven won’t hear about it. Carrie knows me well enough not to open her mouth. You’re the only other one. If you say anythin’ to him you’ll only do yourself dirt. You an’ me get along all right, don’t we?”
Lu nodded. “Sure,” he said. “I was just thinkin’ of Carrie.”
The phone bell rang sharply. Grantham picked it up.
A girl said, “Judge Hennessey wants you.”
“Put him on the line,” Grantham said. “It’s that old heel Hennessey,” he whispered to Lu.
Hennessey’s voice sounded agitated. “What’s this about Mendetta?” he demanded. “Is it true?”
“Yes, Judge, I guess it’s true all right. He was shot last night.”
“Who did it?”
“We ah want to know that.” Grantham winked at Lu.
“Listen, Grantham, what are you doin’ about it? I want to know where I stand. Who’s goin’ to take over?”
“It’s all right, Judge, Tootsie fixed everything up with me months ago. He was expectin’ trouble. Yeah, he left everythin’ in my hands.”
“In your hands?” Hennessey’s voice sounded doubtful. “Can you carry on?”
“Sure I can carry on. Mendetta left everythin’ straightforward. The thing runs itself now, Judge.”
“I see.” There was a long pause, then he went on, “You been through the books yet?”
“Just this minute startin’ on them, Judge. You don’t have to worry. We want guys like you around.”
“Of course you do,” the Judge snapped. “Your outfit would look mighty sick without me. Mendetta sent it to me on the first of the month. You’d better do the same.”
“That’s okay with me, Judge. First of the month? Sure, it’ll be along.”
“Well, I wish you luck, Grantham. Maybe it does run on its own power. You watch it, won’t you?”
“I’ll watch it.” Grantham hung up. “Rat number one,” he said, pursing his mouth. “Wanted to know if his rake−off was to continue. Didn’t care a damn that Tootsie was dead. Just dough.”
Lu grinned. “It ain’t every organization who’s got a Judge in its pocket,” he said. “That guy may be expensive, but he’s done some nice work for us.”
Grantham unlocked a drawer in his desk and took out a little leather−bound note−book. He flicked through the pages and then, finding what he was looking for, he studied the page carefully. “Yeah,” he said; “last year he had seventeen of our girls before him. Twelve dismissals, four warnings and one small fine. Yeah, I guess he’s worth the dough all right.”
Once more the phone rang. “Yeah?” Grantham said, again picking up the receiver. “Yeah, it’s Grantham speaking. Is that you, Mr. Hackensfield?… How are you?… Mendetta? Sure we know he’s dead…. Yeah, too bad…. No, you don’t have to worry…. Sure we want you to work along with us. First of the month?… Yeah, we’re lookin’ into it right now…. Sure you’re useful…. That’s all right, Mr. Hackensfield. It’ll be along.” He hung up.
Lu said, “They like their dough, these guys.” Grantham nodded. “The District Attorney wanted to know if Mendetta’s death was goin’ to make any difference to his income,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “This is goin’ on all day, Lu. I may as well get used to it.”
“Are you makin’ any changes?”
Grantham shook his head. “Raven’s seen the list. He wants it to go on for a time. When that guy’s settled down he might start somethin’. He’s wise. He’s waitin’ until he’s strong enough to get tough.”
Lu moved towards the door as the phone went again. “I’ll leave you to it, boss,” he said. “See you in church.” He went out of the office.
Grantham grimaced and picked up the phone. “Mr. Poison wants you, Mr. Grantham,” a girl said.
“Put him through.” A cold, hard gleam came into Grantham’s voice. “Grantham?”
“That’s right. I wanted a little word with you, Mr. Poison…. Sureabout Mendetta. You’re wonderin’ about those shares?… So am I…. That’s right, I said I was wonderin’ too…. Sure I’ve taken over. Mendetta left everythin’ in my hands…. Why? Well, I’m the only guy who knows how the business is run…. That’s right.”
Poison said furiously, “He’s crazy to have left it to you. You don’t understand this business, Grantham. I’ve got to safeguard my investment. You’ve got to find someone who can look after the outside organization. You stick around all day in the Club. You’ve got to have someone outside watching those women. They’re lazy by nature. Mendetta understood them. He got the best out of them.”