Get a Load of This

     As people were already glancing at them, Rose followed him out of the dining-room. Slug snatched up his hat from the check girl and hurried Rose into the street. A taxi was waiting for them.

     As soon as they had settled down in the taxi, Rose rounded on him. “What's the idea?” she asked. “You've quite spoilt the evening. I was havin' such a good time. Why did you come away like that?”

     Slug slid over to her corner. “I just wanted to get you alone for a while, baby,” he said, feeling that, at all costs, he was not going to see his money spent for nothing.

     “Oh, do get away,” she said irritably, “you're crushing my dress,” and she tried to push him back.

     He slid his arm behind her and pulled her to him. “Never mind about your dress,” he said, trying to smile, “you've had a good time, ain't you? How about givin' me a good time for a change?”

     His thick lips pressed down on her mouth, holding her tightly to him. Her lips were hard and cold, but she did not struggle, and he finally drew away from her, feeling frustrated and suddenly hating her.

     She drew her hand across her lips. “You're rather coarse,” she said. “Don't think that I allow men to kiss me after a few hours' acquaintanceship, because I don't. I am sure you would feel no respect for me if I gave in to you now. I would have no respect for myself. Please sit away from me.”

     Slug drew further away. His mind was completely fuddled. His instincts told him to take this woman and break her as he had done others, but there was a barrier around her that he just could not break through. Her contempt held him at bay as effectively as if a bayonet were placed at his throat.

     They sat in silence all the way to the barber's shop, and when they got out into the street she said: “Thank you for the evening. I'm sorry it wasn't as nice for you as it was for me. Perhaps we had better not meet again.”

     Slug was too angry and too bewildered to say anything. He suddenly felt horribly deflated. The realization that he had lost all his money in one worthless evening, committed himself to a debt of fifty dollars to his manager and to the headwaiter, made the prospects of the next few weeks drab and colourless. His rules of life, though primitive, were simple enough. If you paid for anything, you got it. Well, he had given this dame a night out that ought to go down in history and she wasn't playing ball. All he had from her was a kiss that could not even be termed sisterly.

     She said quite brightly: “Well, good-bye, I live just across the way. You needn't bother further,” and with a casual wave of her hand she crossed the road and disappeared into a large apartment house.

     Slug spat on the pavement. A little spark of rage was beginning to kindle in his brain, but so far he was still too dazed to do anything about it. He wanted a drink badly, so he walked with great slouching strides to an all-night bar on Forty-ninth Street.

     Joe Renshaw, his manager, was sitting at the bar drinking neat Scotch. He looked at Slug in astonishment.

     “For Gawd's sake,” he said, “where did you get the outfit from?”

     Slug suddenly realized that he had still to meet the hire charge for his clothes. He sat down on the stool close to Joe's and swore obscenely.

     The barman and Joe regarded him with interest. They saw that he was in a very ugly mood and they wisely refrained from interrupting him.

     Slug abruptly stopped swearing and snarled for whisky. After he had had a few quick drinks Joe ventured to ask him what was wrong, and glad to have someone to unburden to, Slug told him all about it.

     Joe said, when he had finished, “You've had a bad break, pal,” and patted him on his knees. “Why the hell didn't you tell me what you were going to do? I could have warned you. Rose Hanson is well known for that trick.”

     Slug looked at him suspiciously. “What the hell do you mean?” he demanded.

     “The 'Ambassadors' trick,” Joe said. “That dame is bad, Slug, really bad. She married a guy two years ago and he found out what type of dame she was. Well, I guess she sort of sickened him, and he found some other dame he liked a lot better. He tried to get this Rose to divorce him, but she wouldn't do it. She liked to see this guy suffer, so she just wouldn't give it to him. He had her watched, hoping that she would slip up, but they never caught her with anything. She heard about it, so she took a boy-friend around to the 'Ambassadors' every now and then to torture her husband. Just so that he'd spend more dough having her watched; but she made sure that the boy-friend didn't get anything out of it. That's why she took you there.”

     Slug half closed his eyes. “Why the hell should she want to go to the 'Ambassadors'?” he asked.

     “Why, her husband works there. He's head waiter or something.”

     Slug stiffened. “You mean the tall guy with the good manners?” he asked. “The guy that slipped me twenty-five bucks?”

     “Did he give you twenty-five bucks? That's like Johnny. He knew the game she was playin' with you an' felt sorry for you, I expect.”