Get a Load of This

     The tall girl sat down on the low wall that surrounded the station and lit a cigarette. She smoked slowly, her eyes intent on the restaurant across the road. She didn't once look towards the station office.

     About ten minutes later she saw Denny signal the waiter for his bill and she got to her feet. She walked over to the office and pushed open the door. The attendants were watching this little scene with puzzled grins, but she took no notice of them. She stepped into the office, but couldn't see anyone there. She called, “Come on, you two, he's on his way.”

     She waited a minute, her eyes searching the room impatiently, then called again. The foreman came through a door at the rear of the office. He was breathing heavily, and she could see the blood-congested veins on his neck. She smiled at him very contemptuously. “Go out an' fix that ride, Mr. Sheik,” she said. “An' fix it good.”

     He went past her without a word, and she went to look into the room beyond. “Never mind about those,” she said impatiently. “Take them off and leave them here. We're about to pull out. For God's sake, don't cry or you'll spoil everything.” She turned back to the office again, her face angry and her eyes viciously cold.

     Denny Merlin walked over to his car and nodded his satisfaction. The boys had certainly made a good job of it. He felt satisfied and good after his meal. He tossed a big leather and silver flask full of Scotch on to the front seat. He looked at the foreman and winked. “Got to have a little help on the way,” he said. “What do I owe you?”

     The foreman told him and Denny paid, giving him a five-dollar bill. “Split the change amongst the boys. I guess they've done a nice job.”

     The foreman licked his lips and said awkwardly: “There are a couple of dames in my office looking for a lift as far as Miami. Nice kids. Do you feel like giving them a hand?”

     Denny looked at him, startled. “I guess not,” he said abruptly; “no riders in this car. I don't want a couple of dames hanging around. What should I do with two of them?”

     “Sure, I just asked, sir,” the foreman said. “If they hadn't been something special I wouldn't have mentioned it. Maybe you'd like to see 'em first?”

     Denny got into the car. He thought the foreman had got a hell of a crust. “No, I'm sorry, but I don't take riders,” he said firmly.

     Stella came out of the office as he slammed the car door shut. She came down the concrete path into the sunshine.

     The foreman said very quickly: “That's one of them. Nice little thing, ain't she?”

     Denny looked over casually and then leant forward. He wasn't expecting anything as good as Stella. He hesitated, and the foreman, seeing him wavering, said: “Tough on those girls. They seem pretty anxious to get to Miami. It'd be a long walk for them.”

     Stella came timidly towards the Lincoln. Her eyes looked appealingly into Denny's. He put his hand to his tie and then opened the door. “You the little girl who's looking for a ride?” he asked, sliding out of the car again.

     Stella looked up at him. “We want to get to Miami,” she said. “We won't be a nuisance, honest.”

     The foreman noticed that the tall girl had kept out of sight. He grinned evilly. She was fly, that one, he thought.

     Denny nodded. “Sure, I shall be glad to give you a lift.” He looked round. “Where's the other one?” he asked the foreman.

     The tall girl had been waiting her cue. She came out of the office and walked with long strides to the car.

     Denny stared at her, his face falling a trifle. He didn't quite like the look of her. “You the other one?” he asked, raising his hat awkwardly.

     The tall girl smiled with her mouth. “Thank you,” she said. “May I introduce my friend here and myself. This is Stella Fabian and I'm Gerda Tamavich.”

     Denny would have preferred to have left her behind, but he had committed himself, so he just smiled and said: “Well, that's fine. I'm Denny Merlin from New York. If you're all set, let's go.”

     Gerda glanced at Stella and opened the front door of the car. “You sit with Mr. Merlin. I'll sit at the back.” She revealed her teeth as she turned to Denny. “I like plenty of room. My legs are a little long.”

     This arrangement suited Denny all right. He helped Stella into the car and climbed in beside her. Gerda got in the back.

     The foreman touched his peaked cap, but none of them looked at him. Denny felt that he had been impertinent, and the other two hated him. Denny rolled the Lincoln slowly out of the station drive into Ocean Avenue and headed down Broadwalk.

     At the cross-roads a traffic cop signalled him to stop. “What the hell does he want?” Denny asked, as the cop moved over to him.

     The two girls sat very stiffly in the car, watching the cop. Gerda took out a handkerchief and held it near her face.

     The cop saluted Denny with a friendly smirk. “Goin' to Miami, sir?” he asked, putting a large foot on the running-board.

     Denny nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Can't I?”