Miss Callaghan Comes To Grief

Jay said, “You don't understand. You've got to take it. There's nothing we can do. Now listen; they know I'm on to their racket, so what do they do? I've got to go to New York to cover the Tammany Hall trial. That's just getting me out of the way. I've got no come−back. I gotta do it. If I turn it down I'm on the black list, and I can't afford to be on that.”

Benny said thickly, “And what am I supposed to do? Sit around and let them get away with it?”

“If I hadn't told you, you wouldn't have done anything. I've got no proof of all this. No, you've got to wait.

Go and see Grantham and try and sell him some trucks. Try and find out who's taken over the organization.

Maybe it is Grantham, but somehow I can't see him holding a job of work down as big as that. Anyway, snoop around. Don't start anything. Just snoop. When I get back I'm goin' to go after this business with both hands.”

Benny said, “If you think I'm going to sit around while Sadie's in those bastards' hands you're crazy. I'm going right over and split Grantham open.”

“You sucker,” Jay said. “How far will that get you? If you make it too hot you'll ran into a belly−load of slugs. Will that help Sadie? No, there's only one way of handling this, and that's by taking it slow. We can't help her now. Whatever's happened to her or is going to happen to her we can't stop. The cops won't listen to you. You can't force your way in twenty brothels and search for her. You've got to consider she's dead. Do you understand? You're not looking for her, you're avenging her.”

He got to his feet and went to the door. “I've got to catch my train. Stick around, Perminger, and take it.”

Benny sat in the chair and watched him go. His hands gripped the chair−arms until his knuckles showed white. He began to swear slowly and obscenely, using words that he never spoke aloud. Then quite suddenly he put his hands over his face and began to cry.

21

June 6th, 3 p.m.

SADIE OPENED her eyes as the door swung open. She had fallen into an exhausted sleep and her dreams had been terrifying. She sat up on the bed, her hand going to her mouth and her eyes dark with fear.

Fan came in and shut the door behind her. The silk wrap that she wore outlined her full figure. There was no mistaking what she was.

Sadie caught her breath when she saw her. Her mouth was so dry that she couldn't say anything.

“Take it easy,” Fan said, leaning against the door; “I've been told to have a little talk with you.”

Still Sadie couldn't say anything. She continued to stare at her with growing horror.

Fan said crossly, “Don't look at me like that. You're givin' me the heebies. Relax, sister.”

“Who are you?” Sadie managed to get out.

“What does it matter?” Fan asked, giving a hard little smile. “You worry about yourself. You're in a spot.”

“Where am I? What does all this mean?”

Fan came over to the bed and sat down. “I've got to talk to you,” she said. “Don't think I want to, but when I'm told to do anythin' in this joint it's easier to do it than to kick. The old cow downstairs has sent me up to scare you. Well, I ain't goin' to. I'm goin' to tell you what'll be good for you, and what you ought to do.”

Sadie said, “But tell me where I am.”

“Can't you guess?” Fan said bitterly. “Take a look at me? What do you think I ama nun?”

Sadie felt herself go suddenly very cold. She flinched away from Fan.

“Skip it, sister,” Fan said roughly. “You don't have to take it that way. You're in the same boat as me. I don't know why they've picked on you, but they're goin' to put you through it. If you take my advice you'll do as you're told and get off lightly.”

Sadie looked at her in horror.

“There's a nigger who runs this house. She's tough. Make no mistake about it. She's had dozens of girls like you through her hands. Some of them stuck it for a hell of a long time. They wouldn't do what she wanted.

But they did in the end. You'll do it too. Maybe you don't think you will, but you will.”

Sadie said, “Get me out of here. I'll give you anything if you'll get me out of here.”

“Skip it. No amount of that talk will help. I can't do anythin' for you. All I can tell you is what'll come to you if you buck.”

Sadie controlled her nerves with a great effort. “They won't make me do that,” she said fiercely. “They'll have to kill me first. I won't!”

Fan took a packet of cigarettes from her pocket. “Have one?” she said, shaking two out on the sheet.

Sadie didn't even look at them. “If you won't help me, then I want to see someone else,” she said. “You can't do this sort of thing in this country and get away with it.”

Fan lit a cigarette and put the odd one back in the packet. “Don't be a sap,” she said. “A kid like you don't know anythin'. Listen, sister, have you ever been whipped?”

Sadie flushed hotly. “What's that got to do with it?”

“You tell me. Have you?”

“Of course I haven't. Why should I be?”