Tiger By The Tail

"I guess you would get tired of a line like that. It's not my business, but I should have thought you could have made a success of anything you took up. You dance so well. Isn't there anything in that for you now?"

"Maybe, but I just don't want to go back to dancing. Without the right partner it's no fun. What do you do for a living, Buster?"

He saw the danger of telling her that. There were only three banks in the city. It wouldn't be hard to fond him again. He had read enough accounts of professional men getting themselves blackmailed to take the chance of telling her what he did.

"I work in an office," he said cautiously.

She looked at him and laughed, patting his hand.

"Don't look so scared. I've told you before: I'm perfectly harmless." She moved away so she could face him. "You took an awful risk tonight, Buster.

Do you realize that?"

He laughed*awkwardly.

"Oh, I don't know ..."

"But you did. You are happily married and you have a position to keep up. Suddenly out of the blue, you call up a girl you don't know anything about and have never seen and make a blind date with her. You might have picked one of the floosies who live in my block. Any of those harpies would have battened on to you and you would have had a hell of a struggle to shake them off."

"It wasn't as bad as that. You were recommended to me by a friend."

"He wasn't much of a friend, Buster," she said seriously. "My old man had a saying that applies to you. Whenever I wanted to do something risky, he would tell me to watch my step. 'Be careful," he would say, 'you might be catching a tiger by its tail.' I've never forgotten that saying. Don't you forget it either, Buster. You're going to forget all about me after tonight. If you get the wayward feeling again, don't call me up. I won't see you." She took his hand and squeezed it. "I wouldn't like you to get into trouble because of me."

Ken was touched.

"You're a funny girl: too good for this racket."

She shook her head.

"I wish I was. It just happens, Buster, there's something about you that's made me soft tonight." She laughed. "We'll be letting our hair down in a moment and sobbing over each other. Well, here we are."

Ken paid off the taxi, and together they walked up the steps and opened the front door.

They began the long climb to the top floor.

It was probably because she had underlined the risk he was running; something he knew for himself, but something he had dismissed because it had suited him to dismiss it, that, as he climbed the stairs, he was suddenly apprehensive. He should have dropped her at her apartment block and taken the taxi back to his own home, he told himself. He had had a swell evening. There was no point in continuing this escapade any further.

A tiger by the tail, she had said. Suppose now the tiger suddenly awoke?

But in spite of his uneasiness, he continued to climb the stairs after her, until they reached the fourth landing.

Facing them as they mounted the last few stairs, stood the fawn Pekinese. Its bulging bloodshot eyes surveyed them stonily, and it gave a sudden shrill yap that made Ken's heart skip a beat.

As if waiting for the signal, the fourth-floor front door opened quickly, and Raphael Sweeting appeared.

He wore a threadbare silk dressing-gown over a pair of black lounging pyjamas. Pasted to his moist thick underlip was an unlighted cigarette.

"Leo!" he said severely, "I'm really ashamed of you." He gave Ken that sly, knowing smile Ken had seen before. "The poor little fellow imagines he is a watch dog," he went on. "So ambitious for such a mite, don't you think?"

He bent and gathered the dog up in his arms.

Neither Fay nor Ken said anything. They kept on, both of them knowing that Sweeting was staring after them, and his intense curiosity seemed to bum into their backs with the force of a blow-lamp.

Ken found he was sweating. There was something alarming and menacing about this fat, sordid little man. He couldn't explain the feeling, but it was there.

"Dirty little spy," Fay said as she unlocked her front door. "Always hanging about just when he's not wanted. Still, he's harmless enough."

Ken doubted this, but he didn't say anything. It was a relief to get inside Fay's apartment and shut the front door.

He tossed his hat on a chair and moved over to the fireplace, feeling suddenly awkward.

Fay went up to him, slid her arms around his neck and offered him her lips.

For a moment he hesitated then he kissed her. She closed her eyes, leaning against him, but now he suddenly wished she wouldn't.

She moved away from him, smiling.

"I'll be with you in two seconds, Buster," she said. "Help yourself to a drink and fix me one too."

She went into the bedroom and shut the door after her.