I felt I had made a major step forward.
After we had showered and redressed, he led me back to my room.
By now, I was hungry.
‘You ask, you get,’ Mazzo said when I said it was time to eat. ‘Anything goes here.’
So I asked for chicken Maryland.
He patted me on my shoulder.
‘You like that, Jerry? Me too.’ He rubbed his jaw and widened his smile. ‘You’re going to survive.’ He tapped his vast chest. ‘I’m telling you,’ and he went away.
* * *
The next day was a replica of the previous day.
When Mazzo wheeled in the breakfast trolley, I found another credit note in my favor for one thousand dollars. This was encouraging.
Breakfast over, I sat at the table and worked on John Merrill Ferguson’s signature. I was in a more relaxed mood, and I began to feel more confident.
After an hour, I discarded the tracing paper and kept on writing the signature on ordinary paper. I was still doing this, an hour later, when the door slid back and Durant came in. He stood over me, studying my many attempts.
‘Take a fresh piece of paper and write the signature,’ he said.
I did as I was told. He took the paper and examined the signature.
‘Yes. You are doing well, Stevens. Keep at it. I want you to be as familiar with this signature as you are with your own.’ He moved away. ‘I have been making arrangements for you. I have paid your rent, and your clothes and personal effects have been packed and are here. I have seen your agent, Prentz, and have paid him the commission he asked for. I have told him you are now in Europe, working for me. You have no further ties nor debts.’ He paused to stare at me. ‘You are entirely at my disposal.’
I felt scared. There was something in his staring eyes that sent a red light flashing in my mind.
‘Continue with the signature,’ he went on. ‘Tomorrow, if I am satisfied, you will be moved from here, and you will begin the impersonation.’
‘Where do I go?’ I asked huskily.
‘You will be told later. So far, Stevens, you are proving satisfactory. Remember, you don’t ask questions,’ he said curtly and left me.
It took me some minutes before I could bring myself to begin again the dreary chore of writing the signature.
I was committed. At least, so far, I was giving satisfaction and making money.
Lunchtime arrived. Mazzo wheeled in the trolley.
The meal was a big prawn salad, decorated with slices of lobster meat.
‘Okay?’ he said, smiling at me. ‘Build yourself up, Jerry. You have work to do this afternoon.’
Two hours later, when I was still working on the signature, the door opened. Mazzo, followed by Charles, came in.
Charles was carrying his make-up box. Mazzo had a suit over his arm and a pair of shoes in his hand.
‘Mr. Stevens!’ Charles exclaimed rather breathlessly. ‘We must get to work.’ His eyes were darting with fright and there were sweat beads on his forehead. He put the make-up box on the table. From it he took what looked like an overlarge rubber surgical glove.
‘Get into these clothes, Jerry,’ Mazzo said.
It was the same suit I had put on before. I put it on.
‘Now the shoes.’
These I put on.
‘Please sit down, Mr. Stevens,’ Charles said.
Carefully, he unfolded the piece of rubber and it became a face mask. This he fitted over my face.
‘This is the thinnest latex, Mr. Stevens,’ he said. ‘It won’t be uncomfortable. It is on this base I work.’ He was molding the rubber mask to my skin. There were blank eyepieces and I could see without trouble. ‘Now the eyebrows and the moustache.’ He worked away, then finally stood back. ‘It is simple, Mr. Stevens. You will have a good supply of eyebrows and moustaches. I have three masks, in case you have an accident. You will be able to arrange this yourself without trouble.’
He took a photograph from his make-up box, studied it, then studied me. ‘Excellent. Please go to the mirror. See for yourself.’
I got to my feet, and because of the raised wedge in the heel of the shoe, I limped to the wall mirror and surveyed myself. For a long moment, I stared, feeling a cold chill run over me. This wasn’t me! The man in the mirror was a total stranger. The latex mask showed a handsome, heavily tanned face with a thin nose, a firm mouth and an aggressive jaw. The thin eyebrows and the pencil line moustache gave this image distinction. I just stood staring, and it was only when I moved that I convinced myself that the reflection in the mirror was me, and not someone else.
I became aware that Harriet and Durant had come into the room.
I turned.
‘Walk,’ Durant said.
I limped across the room, turned and limped back to the table.
‘Wonderful!’ Harriet exclaimed. ‘No one could tell them apart! Your talents, Charles, are worthy of your great reputation.’
Charles simpered.
‘Thank you. Great care must be used to fit the mask. Mr. Stevens is used to making up. There will be no problems.’ He smiled uneasily. ‘Now, my work is done. I would like to go home. I have many, many commitments.’
‘Of course,’ Harriet said. She waved to Mazzo. ‘Arrange for Mr. Charles to go to his home.’
‘Thank you, thank you.’ Charles’s face lit up with relief. ‘You can depend on my discretion. I am so glad everything is so satisfactory.’ He moved to the door, paused to give me a shy smile. ‘It has been a pleasure, Mr. Stevens. Goodbye.’
‘Goodbye,’ I said, thinking he was lucky to get out of this mess, but, then, how was I to know this was his last goodbye?
chapter three
I spent the whole of the following morning practicing John Merrill Ferguson’s signature. By now, I was getting fluent, and it no longer worried me that the task was beyond my powers.
Again, with the breakfast trolley, there was a credit note for one thousand dollars.
As I worked, after breakfast, I remembered Durant had said that today, I would be moved from here and begin the impersonation. The sooner it began, the sooner I would be free.
After lunch, Durant appeared with a legal looking document which he put on the table.
‘Use a pencil and sign here,’ he said curtly.
Picking up a pencil, I signed Ferguson’s name with a flourish.
Durant examined what I had written, then nodded.
‘Do it again in ink,’ he said.
Using the Parker pen, I signed over the pencil signature.
Again he studied what I had written, then he regarded me with his hard, dark eyes. ‘You have passed the test, Stevens.’ He crossed to a chair and sat down. ‘The impersonation will begin this evening. You will be taken to Mr. Ferguson’s residence in Paradise City, Florida. There, you will meet Mr. Ferguson’s wife. She knows about this impersonation. You have nothing to worry about. You will have your own quarters, and you will have no contact with the staff. Mr. Ferguson hasn’t had contact with his staff for some time, so this will not be considered unusual. Mazzo will attend to your needs. At certain times, wearing the disguise, you will show yourself in the grounds of the estate. Mazzo will be with you. Three times a week, you will be driven to the corporation’s office. Again Mazzo and others will be with you. None of the staff will approach you. All you will have to do is to sign letters and documents. I will be directing the operation. I have arranged for Mr. Ferguson’s personal secretary to go on vacation. I have replaced her with a woman who has never seen Mr. Ferguson. No problem there.’ He paused to stare at me. ‘You will do exactly what I say. You will sign any paper I give you without question.’ Again, he paused to stare at me. ‘Is that understood?’