But still he waited.
And then, a few days after the visit of the stranger, he made his first overt move. Did Hazel force it?
Johnnie reached out with his hand and caught Hazel by the wrist. The choice was still Hazel's. If she had freed herself, Johnnie would probably have been content to wait. As she stared into his eyes, the knowledge came to her that he would do as she wished him to do. His eyes appraised her, posed a question. And Hazel smiled.
"You'll be awa' ott, Gertie."
I realized at once what it meant.
That night Hazel became Johnnie's mistress.
From then on it was a question of days.
Razor King, habitually drunk now, took Hazel as a bull takes a cow. And sometimes Ella was here too. That was the dark woman. The one who had giggled. The King took them both to bed, the one giggling, the other cool.
Johnnie watched.
And then, toward the end of the week, on the Saturday night before the fatal Sunday, he told Hazel that she would not sleep with his father again. Hazel, responding passionately, held him tightly in her arms, and I wondered as she did so what she was doing and why she did it, for I knew she loved neither man. I knew it was not her intention to remain for long in the squalor of the Gorbals, even as its queen. It occurred to me then and it must have occurred to Hazel a long time before that as strong as these men were — my father, the wolf of the slums, men like him — there were others in the city who could crush them by lifting a telephone. Neither Johnnie nor my father would ever have admitted that, and as long as they inhabited the narrow world of violence in the Gorbals, as long as they did not encroach on the wider, more profitable territory of the city at large, the truth would never be forced upon them. The situation in the Gorbals was tolerated because it did not threaten city interest. Thus, Hazel's reality was the reality of neither man. She had grown up among them, despising them, accepting for the present the love of the strongest, making plans for an entirely different future to begin at the moment she was free to choose. Perhaps it was because she knew that the moment was about to arrive that she accepted Johnnie as a lover. And the idea of certain conflict fascinated her.
"Keep your bliddy hauns aff her!"
To see Razor King sway in the doorway, his face a mask of anger and incomprehension, his huge hands tense as a strangler's, caused an electric sensation that was almost lust to move in me. I backed away near to Hazel, leaving the center of the floor vacant for the two men.
"Jist keep yer big bliddy hauns aff Hazel!" Johnnie repeated.
Razor King lurched towards him with an oath.
Johnnie was quick but he had underestimated my father's strength and it was brute force that counted in that confined space. Johnnie tried hard to hold Razor King in the full-Nelson, but the older man stiffened, ducked with a grunt, making a butt of his bottom, and hurled himself backwards with his full power. They crashed together on the floor, Gault's body like a sack of sand knocking all the breath out of his son. And then Razor King was up and as Johnnie struggled to his feet, my father's boot took him heavily on the mouth so that Johnnie's head struck backwards with a sickening thud on the floor. He didn't move after that.
Hazel slipped quickly into bed, accepting Johnnie's defeat with equanimity.
Johnnie crawled out some time during the night, leaving Hazel in his father's arms.
But in the morning, I knew even before Allison came. I had been out as usual for milk and the Sunday papers. I saw the crowd collect. I even saw the razor thrown from the third story window. I knew that it would take place that morning in the open street.
Less than two hours later, my father was dead.
The Painmistress
— 1-
"Take me to the big house, Hazel."
It was two hours since the police and the ambulances had left. Hazel was sitting staring out of the dirty window at the street. The Gorbals would be quiet for the rest of the day.
"What?"
"I want you to take me to the big house. There's no point in staying on here now."
"Don't be silly, Gertie, I can't just take you there. I have to wait for orders."
"You'll be taking orders from me in future," I said. "Didn't they tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"Oakes is dead. Didn't you know that?"
"Yes, I heard," she said quietly. "And I know more than that. Imagine, some woman is to be Painmistress!"
"What's wrong with that?"
"What's right with it?" Hazel said. "Oh, I could handle Oakes! He liked a bit on the side now and again. I got on well with him, specially since he knew I was with Razor King. He liked the idea of that, having the King's woman, I mean."
She got up.
"Is there a cup of tea, Gertie?"
"I'm the woman, Hazel."
It still didn't seem to register.
"But a woman, imagine that! Probably some old bitch that wants her tits bitten off!"
She had gone over to the fire. She shook the kettle to see if there was water in it.
I took off my skirt.
"Look, Hazel!"
She turned. "What the…" And then she stopped. She was staring at the black cross. "Where did you get that?" she whispered.
"You know what it is?"
"It's the Holy Seal!"
"Yes," I said. "And I am the new Painmistress. Now, will you take me to the big house?"
— 2-
"Gertrude!"
Harry Prentice hurried across the room and kissed my hand. He nodded to Hazel.
"You'd better wait here," he said to her. We were in the big reception room. "And if you don't mind, Gertrude, I'd like you to come with me."
I followed him into a large, comfortably furnished library where a fire blazed in the open hearth. He sat down opposite me.
"I was going to get in touch with you in the middle of the week," he said, "but now that you're here, it's just as well. What brings you?"
I told him of the fatal battle.
"I see," he said. "So really, you don't need to be back now. That's just as well too. Since I spoke to the special Nuncio I've been worried about you. Your father was a dangerous man."
"Nuncio?"
"Yes. The man who put the Holy Seal on you, a kind of traveling ambassador from the Holy Seat itself. He has returned to Madrid."
"Madrid!"
"Yes. The Holy Seat is in Madrid, Gertrude, but I have a great deal to explain to you, so it would be better if you listened for a while."
I nodded.
"First, about myself," Harry said. "As you know, I was Mr. Oakes' secretary. But it wasn't in a private capacity. I am a Permanent Secretary to the Holy Seal. Thus I am automatically your secretary, for it is you who now bear the Holy Seal. I am now entirely at your disposal as a counselor and servant. It is my job to make you entirely conversant with the duties and privileges of your office and to be always at your side to advise and help you.
"Now, I must tell you something of the organization of the Order. At the head of the Order, in the Holy Seat at Madrid, is the Holy Pain Father. His identity, like the identities of most of the members of the upper echelon, is not known to me. Under him, forming the Central Executive Committee, are the twelve Pain Cardinals. They have a position roughly equivalent to that of the Cardinals in the Roman Church. They meet in a conclave to elect the Holy Pain Father who is most often referred to simply as Pain. Each Pain Cardinal has six Grand Painmasters under him, and they in turn each have twelve Painmasters or Painmistresses under them. Thus you see that you are one of eight hundred and sixty-four Painmasters or Painmistresses. In your present capacity, the nearest you will come to the Holy Seat is to have direct contact with your own Grand Painmaster, Sir William L., who will be present at your official inauguration. Then there is the Permanent Secretariat of which I am a member. We have only that authority delegated to us by you, the true members of the Hierarchy. If you were chosen as a Grand Painmistress while I was still in your service, you would have the choice of taking me with you as your secretary or of accepting the secretary of the ex-Grand Painmaster. In one sense, his services would be an advantage since he would be already acquainted with all the customary forms pertaining to his master's office, but that can be learned and I don't suppose it's necessary to point out to you that a man who has risen with you is likely to prove more loyal.