He Won't Need it Now by James Hadley Chase Page B

the band cut out, he said, “You're good.”
     She gave him her flashing smile. “You ain't so bad either.” She'd got an accent like a heap of tins being tossed downstairs.
     He said, “Come on over and get tight.”
     Sam was already there with his blonde. Duffy fancied she smelt, and he sat away from her. Sam liked her a lot. He was showing signs of considerable interest.
     Duffy said, “You girls like rum?”
     They both began to protest. They wanted champagne.
     Sam shook his head. “Listen,” he said. “We're God's gift to womanhood; if rum won't keep you, you can both take a walk.”
     Duffy said it was okay with him too.
     So they had rum.
     The place was crowding up. People kept squeezing between tables. One big chestnut, with large curves, tried to pass Sam, but she couldn't quite make it. Sam looked up, gaped and said, “Hi, Bill! It's the covered wagon.”
     Duffy started to sweat. He guessed Sam was getting drunk.
     The chestnut screwed her head round and took a look at Sam, then she laughed. “You're cute,” she said.
     Sam got up and made an elaborate bow. “Sister,” he said, “you've got it all.”
     The chestnut squeezed by, now that Sam stood up. Her escort, a little runt, glared at Sam, who raised two fingers of his right hand.
     Duffy said, “Can't you behave yourself?”
     Sam looked grieved. “She liked it,” he said.
     His blonde was looking across the room, tapping her foot. She was annoyed.
     Duffy said to the girl with the big mouth, “Let's dance.”
     When they got on the floor he said, “Olga ain't here tonight?”
     She looked up at him, a little frown creasing her brow. “Olga?” she said.
     “Sure, Olga Shann. I'd like to meet her again.”
     “She's not here tonight.”
     Duffy said, “Hell, I wanted to talk to that dame.”
     They danced in silence for several minutes, then he said, “Would you like to earn twenty bucks?”
     “It's going to cost you a lot more than that.”
     Duffy said, “We're on a different set of rails. I'm offering you twenty bucks for Olga's address.”
     She looked disappointed. “Gee!” she said with a pout, “I thought we were getting on fine.”
     “I'm out on business. I just gotta talk with her.”
     She went the length of the room before she said, “I'll get it for you.”
     At the end of the dance she left him. Duffy glanced over at Sam, who was making up to his blonde, so he turned into the toilet. He ran the water and washed his hands. The toilet was empty. It was a small room with cracked tiles half-way up the walls. He dried his hands and dropped the towel into the basket. The door pushed open and a tall man came in. The first thing Duffy noticed about him was his hair. It was jet black, with a broad white streak, running from his forehead to his right ear. It gave his hard face a look of distinction. He wore a close-clipped moustache, and his skin was grey.
     Duffy just glanced at him, then made to walk out of the room.
     The man said, “Wait a minute.”
     Duffy paused. “You speaking to me?” he said, surprised.
     The man held out his hand Duffy looked and saw he .. was holding a .25 automatic.
     “You just bought it or something?” Duffy said, suddenly very cautious.
     “You got the note-book on you, hand it over.” The man had a curious voice. It was deep-pitched with a little buzz in it.
     Duffy said, “I did have, but it's in the mail now.”
     Just then the door opened and Sam came in. The man put his gun away. He didn't seem to hurry, but the gun just disappeared.
     Sam said, “There you are.”
     The man looked at Duffy. His pale eyes were very threatening. Then he walked out of the