"Gee, that would be sWell, Shall I meet you at your house? What time?"
"Oh, I'm coming to your house, the old man invited me to dinner. I'm picking up his soup tureen—"
"I knew he was going to let you have it, he had Martha shine it up the other day."
"So it's all set, we'll go back to my place right after dinner, and you can help me load the stuff in the car."
Molly reminded Gore of the Jordon report again at noon, and he said he'd get on it as soon as he returned from lunch. But he met some customers at lunch and it was after two when he got back. When she asked him about it once again, he said. "I’ve been thinking it over. If I bring it with me. I'll have to go over it with him and discuss it item by item. I could be there till midnight. I'll tell him I'm sending it by mail."
"But he is such a stickler for getting his reports on the day they're due, and it's due today."
He grinned impishly at her. "Well, that still gives me until midnight, and if it's dropped in the mail after five it will be too late for the Saturday delivery. So I could drop it off at the post office anytime during the weekend, and he'd still get it Monday."
She looked doubtful, and asked. "Is it something I can do?"
He pinched his lower lip, looking at her speculatively. "You know, as a matter of fact, you can, there's reallv nothing very involved, here, let me show you." He got out the Ellsworth Jordon folder. "These are purchases and these represent sales, mostly stocks, but there are some real estate transactions, too. So you list these together—"
"I had some bookkeeping in high school."
"Believe me, that's good enough, that and your good common sense, all you have to do is list these in one column and these in another. You itemize them, of course, but it's pretty much all spelled out. Just follow the form on the earlier reports and do a good typing job."
She was not nearly finished by closing time, but she offered to work on it at home.
"I hate to ask you to,” he said.
"You're not asking me. I'm volunteering."
"But won't Herb—"
"Herb is running the Brotherhood service at the temple tonight, and I've got to stay home anyway to baby-sit for his mother."
"Then she—"
"She goes right upstairs after dinner, and by eight o'clock she's fast asleep. Really, I don't mind. It will give me something to do."
"Well, if you're sure you don't mind. I'll make it up to you."
16
MALTZMAN HEARD THE PHONE RINGING JUST AS HE GOT TO the door, he hurriedly fished for his key on the chance it was for him. Sure enough, as he opened the door, he heard his wife say, "Oh, he's coming in right now. Just a minute." She cupped her hand over the mouthpiece and whispered. "It's Mr. Segal."
He took the instrument from her and said. "Mr. Segal? How are you?— Fine— No, not yet. I tried to contact him a couple of times and was unable to reach him— Yeah, I understand— I'll get hold of him in the next day or two— Oh sure. I'll let you know as soon as I hear— Fine— Fine— Bye now."
He replaced the receiver and explained. "About the house lot on the Point, these big shot financiers, they want something, and they think you get it"—he snapped his fingers—"just like that."
"And did you try to contact Ellsworth Jordon?" "Of course not, but I don't have to tell him that." "Are you worried that—"
"I'm worried that Ellsworth Jordon might not want to deal with me and will say that the land is not for sale. Or he might ask some ridiculous price that even Ben Segal wouldn't be willing to pay."
"Maybe you could get somebody else. Dalton Realty maybe, to front for you?"
"And split the commission? Like hell." "So what are you planning to do?"
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it. I might see Larry Gore, who handles some of his business, he's a reasonable guy, and I know he thinks well of me because he recommended me to Segal. I could talk to him and lay my cards on the table and maybe—"
"Maybe you're just imagining things, Henry," said his wife. "Maybe you're just working yourself up like the man in that story who goes to borrow a lawn mower from his neighbor. Jordon might be anxious to sell, at least, you ought to ask him."
He pursed his lips as he considered. "You know. Laura, you got a point. I'll call that sonofabitch right now and lay it on the line. Hand me the phone."
"Why don't you wait until tomorrow to call?" she urged.
He stared at her. "Tomorrow? Saturday? Why tomorrow?"
"Well, you know you always feel better, more relaxed after—after—"
"I feel relaxed enough right now. Give me that Goddam phone."
17
WHEN BILLY OPENED THE DOOR TO ADMIT LAWRENCE GORE, Jordon called out from the living room. "You're late. Larry." A moment later, when Gore joined him, he pointed to the carriage clock on the mantelpiece.
Gore looked at his wristwatch. "Are you sure. Ellsworth? Mine says just six."
"You bet I'm sure, that clock is absolutely right. I check it every day with the radio time signals. You're five minutes late."
"Well, I'm sorry. Ellsworth." He slid the bracelet off his wrist and, peering at the clock, made a show of resetting his watch.
"All right, all right, let's not waste any more time." said the old man, as though conceding a major point. "Martha's got a date for tonight and wants to leave early, so let's not keep her waiting." And waving his arms, he shooed Gore and Billy into the dining room.
As Gore spread his napkin, he remarked. "Albert Megrim was in this morning, he said you were planning to blackball someone I proposed for the Agathon, Ben Segal."
Jordon chortled. "That's right, and not half an hour ago, Henry Maltzman called me about buying my land on the Point for this same Ben Segal."
"He told you who his principal was? That doesn't sound like Henry Maltzman."
"I told him I wouldn't even discuss it with him unless he did."
"Well, I guess he figures you wouldn't do him out of his commission."
"No commission."
"But—"
"I turned him down." He smiled broadly.
Gore looked mystified. "You know this man. Segal?"
"Nope. Never laid eyes on him."
"Then—" Gore took a swallow of water. "This Ben Segal is from Chicago, he's a big financier, he's taking over the Rohrbough Corporation and plans to operate it. Now the last time I went over your holdings with you, that land on the Point was one of the properties you said you wanted to sell. Considering the price you're asking, you're not likely to get a buyer in a hurry. I'd say Ben Segal is the best chance you're going to have in a long time."
"That so? Big financier, is he?" He drummed the table.
"That's right, there was an article on him in Business Week about a month ago. I took him to the Agathon for lunch, and he liked what he saw and what he had to eat, and asked me to put him up for membership. Just like that. Didn't ask what the dues were or the initiation fee, and it isn't as though he's interested in yachts, or in any of the facilities the club has to offer. It was just that it seemed to him a nice place to dine, a man like that isn't apt to haggle over the price of a piece of land he's set his heart on."
"Well." said Jordon with a sour grin. "I didn't actually close the door. This Maltzman figured I was being cozy, or maybe I didn't like to talk figures over the phone, because he asked if he could come and see me and talk about it. So I told him he could come at half past eight tonight."
"Oh, well, that's all right then." Gore was much relieved.
"I told him." the old man went on. "that I knew he was president of the temple and that since there is a service there at half past eight on Friday nights, according to the bulletin outside. I wanted to see which counted more with him, his commission or his religion." The old man put his head back and laughed obscenely.