Spade’s big garage ran half the block, and Lefty was walking down the alley that ran immediately behind it. As he came to a lighted window he threw his cigarette away. Stretching up, he took one quick look into the room, saw Spade sitting there checking a ledger, and grinned.
He went on until he came to the back door and let himself in. He moved quietly down the dark passage.
Faintly he could hear the crews in the garage washing the cabs down. He could hear the murmur of voices and an occasional laugh.
He knocked gently on Spade’s office door and went in. Spade looked up sharply. His face cleared when he saw Lefty. “Come in,” he said. “Raven sent you?”
Lefty shut the door softly. “Yeah,” he said. “You got a little trouble, ain’t you?”
“Sit down. I’m glad you’ve come. It’s time we had a talk. Why didn’t Raven come himself?”
“He’s busy,” Lefty said, still standing. “You know a lot, don’t you?”
Spade shrugged. “You mean about Raven? Why, sure. It’s my job to know things. Raven’s been behind Grantham since Mendetta was bumped. I know that too.”
Lefty nodded. “Bright boy,” he said. “What else do you know?”
Spade reached for a pipe and began to load it. “I know, for some reason or other, Raven’s driven the girls off the streets. It ain’t that he wants a clean town. Raven ain’t that sort of a guy. He’s done it for something that’ll fill his pockets, but I don’t like it.”
“Too bad,” Lefty said, and smiled mirthlessly.
Spade struck a match and for a moment his big face was hidden behind blue smoke. “I want to know why,” he said.
“You know a lot. Why don’t you find out?”
“If you’re goin’ to take that angle, I will,” Spade snapped, his face darkening. “Listen, Lefty, this isn’t the way to take it. I’m willin’ to work with you boys, but I can’t let you ruin my trade. What the hell is all this about? Can’t you see you ain’t doin’ yourselves any good clearin’ the streets like this?”
“Raven thinks it’s a grand idea.”
“Well, I don’t. I’m tellin’ you it’s gotta stop.” Spade thumped his fist on the desk. “I thought you’d come along to talk business.”
Lefty shook his head. “Nope, we can’t help you, buddy. The girls stay off the streets.”
Spade nodded. “Okay,” he said. “Then you can’t blame me if it gets tough for you boys. I ain’t givin’ way on it. I can’t afford to. I’ll give you till next week. If the girls ain’t workin’ then I’ll have to start somethin’.”
Lefty took a blunt−nose automatic from his pocket. “You’ll just be a big smell in the ground, buddy,” he said evenly. “Raven sends this with his love.”
The automatic cracked once. Spade half rose from his chair. A big blot of blood suddenly appeared between his eyes. He spread out his hands and then fell forward over the desk.
Lefty ran over to the window, threw it up and climbed into the dark alley. He ran very quickly to the car parked at the end of the alley. Maltz swung the door open for him and Little Joe started the car rolling. Long before Spade had been found the car was out of sight.
Maltz said, “Did you get him?”
“Sure. He went out like a light. Raven was right. He knew too much,” Lefty said.
Little Joe said uneasily, “There’ll be a hell of a row about this.”
“Aw, shut up!” Lefty snarled. “It’s time we got tough in this burg. I’ve been fed up just hangin’ around chasin’ dames off the street.”
“Where the hell’s it goin’ to get us?” Little Joe said, heading towards the St. Louis Hotel. “Ain’t we got enough dough?”
Maltz said very softly, “Turnin’ yellow, Joe?”
Little Joe said hastily, “No. I was just wonderin’.”
“Well, don’t wonder, then.”
They drove the rest of the way in silence.
Raven was waiting for them. His thin, wolfish face was hard and set as they came in. “Well?” he said.
Lefty nodded. “It’s okay,” he said. “Nobody saw me.”
Raven took a turn up and down the room. “We’re goin’ to get goin’ now,” he said. “Grantham’s been in.
He’s yellin’ about bad business. I want you and Maltz to come with me. We’re goin’ to look Mendetta’s houses over.”
Lefty nodded. “I’ve got the list of dames in each house,” he said. “Shall I bring it along?”
“Of course.” Raven went to the door. “Let’s go.”
In the car Lefty said, “Carrie’s house is the best one.”
Raven nodded. “We’ll go there.”
When they ran up the steps the negro Joe thought they were the cops. He rang the alarm bell. Carrie appeared on the scene, her eyes snapping with fury. When she saw Lefty she ran towards him. “What the hell’s this?” she said angrily. “Do you want to ruin my business?”
Lefty pushed her on one side. “Keep your chest in place,” he said. “The big shot’s come to look the joint over.”
Carrie turned quickly. She had never seen Raven, although she had heard a lot about him. She said, “You can’t come in here. I’ve got my customers to think of. The girls are busy.”
Raven looked her up and down. “Clear all your customers out,” he said shortly; “I want to look the girls over. Come on, jump to it.”
Carrie said, “Like hell I will. You come in the morning.”
Raven looked at Maltz, who swung his fist, hitting Carrie very hard on the side of her jaw. She went down in a heap on the floor.
“You heard me the first time, nigger,” Raven said.
Carrie got slowly to her feet. A livid mark showed on her yellow skin. She turned and went away slowly.
Raven said, “The girls I select will be taken to Franky’s place. The other girls can pack up and get out. Do you understand that?”
Maltz nodded. He went to the front door and signalled.
A large van drew up to the kerb and four men got out. They stood waiting.
It was early. There were only three clients in the house. They came downstairs, looking scared.
Raven opened the door for them. “It’s all right,” he said with his crooked grin. “Just checkin’ up. You boys can get off home.”
They looked at him furtively and left quickly. Carrie stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting.
Raven nodded at her. “Bring all your girls down here fast,” he said.
Carrie went upstairs again. A few minutes later she came down, followed by seven lightly clad girls.
Raven went into the reception−room. “Come in here,” he said.
The girls all looked at Carrie, who was nearly speechless with rage. “Go on in. Didn’t you hear him?” she snarled.
The girls went into the room and stood staring at Raven. Lulu fluffed up her hair. “Take me, darlin’,” she said. “I’ll show you some tricks.”
The other girls giggled.
Raven said, “Shut up!” Then he turned to Maltz. “Are they all here?”
Maltz took out his list and checked the numbers. “One ain’t,” he said briefly.
Raven looked over at Carrie. “I said all of them.”
Carrie hesitated a moment, then went upstairs again. After a few minutes Sadie followed her down.
Raven’s eyes lit up a little when he saw her. This one was good, he told himself. When he looked at her he saw her go suddenly very white and her step falter. Carrie took her arm and shoved her forward. She muttered something that Raven didn’t hear. He made a mental note to look into this. Sadie stood beside the other girls, her dark eyes big with fear, gazing steadily at Raven. It made him a little uncomfortable.