Tiger By The Tail

He got up and walked over to the fly-blown mirror and surveyed his blue chin. A shave perhaps and a clean collar, he thought. She was appearing at the Casino tonight. He would drop in and have a little talk with her. He had no doubt he could persuade her to invite him back to her apartment. He had heard she was very fond of Johnny. He was confident she wouldn't be difficult. He might even pass up the money if he could come to a satisfactory arrangement with her. This would make a refreshing change after mixing with the tough floosies who haunted the Paradise Club. After all, he could always make money, whereas to have a girl friend like Gilda was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

A couple of hours later he entered the lush hall of the Casino. He followed the Captain of waiters along the gangway to a badly placed table behind a pillar. The Casino management wasn't wasting valuable space on a heel like Louie, but that didn't worry him. He had no wish to be seen. He offended the Captain of waiters by ordering a straight whisky and a plate of ham. Then he settled down to wait for Gilda's act.

She came on some twenty minutes later, dressed in a tight-fitting, strapless evening gown of gold lam£, and he watched her hungrily.

Some dish! he thought. Brother! What I would do for that dame is nobody's business.

Her singing left him cold. He preferred his own crooners who worked at his club: girls who screeched their lungs out and who got their songs through even to the drunks at the back of the restaurant. This smooth, velvety voice with its colour and range didn't appeal to him.

When she had taken her encores and had disappeared behind a curtain, Louie pushed back his chair and went around to the dressing-rooms.

The star on a door at the end of the corridor told him where she was, and he tapped with a long, glossy fingernail.

Gilda opened the door.

She had on a pale-green wrap that enhanced her colouring, and it was as much as he could do not to make a grab at her.

She looked him over; her great green eyes cold and steady.

"Yes?"

Louie remembered she had given him that look before. Before she had

become an established singer she had once sung at his club and he had tried to proposition her without success. His leering little smile stiffened.

This wren would have to be taught a lesson, he told himself. He would take a lot of pleasure knocking the starch out of her when he got her where he wanted her.

"I saw Johnny last night," he said, leaning against the doorpost. "Want to talk about it?"

That cracked her veneer, he noticed. She lost the high-hat look and the anxious expression that came into her eyes gave him confidence.

"What's there to talk about?" she asked sharply.

"Plenty, baby, plenty," he said, and moving forward, rode her back into the room. He closed the door and set his back against it. "Sit down and let's be pally."

"I don't want you in here. Get out!"

"You'll get to like it," he said, wandering across the room and sitting in the only armchair. "Most wrens find me an acquired taste. I grow on them."

She studied him, then moved over to the couch and sat down. "What is it?"

"Johnny came to see me last night. He wanted to know where he could find Fay. I told him. I wouldn't have if I had known he was going to kill her. I thought maybe I'd see you first before I told the cops."

Gilda sat motionless, her face white, her eyes glittering. "He didn't kill her!"

"The cops will think so," Louie said, and smiled. "They want to crack this one fast. They'll love Johnny for the job."

She stared at him for a long moment. "How much?" she said, clenching her fists. Louie looked surprised.

"You're quick, baby," he said admiringly. "Some wrens would have ..."

"How much?"

"Well, I thought we might go back to your apartment tonight. There could be other nights. I have an idea we could have plenty of fun together."

"So you don't want money?" she said, and he was surprised to see she had suddenly relaxed.

"I have money," he said airily. "I haven't got you. If it doesn't work out the way I think it will, then we'll make it money, baby, but we'll try the other way first."

She reached for a cigarette, lit it and tossed the match into the ash-tray.

"I'd like to think about this, Louie."

"It's going to be tonight, baby, so think fast."

She stared down at her hands.

"And you won't say anything about Johnny?"

"Not a thing, baby. Play with me and I'll play with you."

"I'd like a little time. You don't expect me to ..."

"You have until you leave the club, baby. No longer. It's up to you."

She suddenly shrugged.

"All right. It can't kill me, can it? It's a deal."

Louie beamed. Any other man would have been instantly suspicious, but Louie had an enormous opinion of his charms. He believed all women found him irresistible, and he accepted Gilda's apparent surrender as his due.

"You're being smart, baby," he said, got up and went over to her. "This could be the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship." He caught hold of her, pulled her upright and made an attempt to kiss her.