brass lamp that sat by my chair. In this little hole I kept the key to the bank box that seemed to hold everything worthwhile I had managed to glean in my sorry life. The majority of it, I knew well, had been earned by my father. Since the lamp operated mainly with a switch on the wall plate, it was hard for anyone to notice that the key wouldnât turn like a switch or that there was a real knob on the back of the base to let the juice through. I walked over, kicked my ottoman upright, and eased myself down into the chair. Because I had changed, the chair didnât fit me like it had before; but I was able to relax because I could see that my key had not been discovered.
Even though it was the middle of the day, I fell into something like sleep. My mind wandered over everything: my unlocked door, Federleâs woman, my motherâs garage, Jasper Lloydâs foul breath. I donât think I ever stopped rambling along like thatâhalf awakeâbefore a low knock on the door brought me to attention.
I had stiffened up so much that I could not move from the chair.
âWhat?â I said.
Muffled speech seemed to echo through the wood.
âItâs open,â I said. âJust come right in.â
There was no answer, but now I could hear or feel the knockerâs weight shifting in the hall.
âCome in, you ass! Come in!â
I was seized by a fit of coughing that propelled me to my feet, crabbed over with my hands on my knees. The knob turned, the latch clicked, and the door opened a sliver. I kept hacking and gasping until I dredged up a rubbery clot of something from my lungs. I spat it out into my hand and noted that it was flecked with blood.
âMr. Caudill?â
I wheeled to see Lloydâs slim secretary, James, standing timidly inside my door.
âWell?â I said.
âAre you all right, sir?â
I stomped toward him so he could get a good look. He kept his horror pretty well hidden, but I was afraid he might slither back through the door, so I turned away and limped to the kitchen area.
âYour jacket, sir,â he said. âItâs ruined.â
âThatâs fine. I got it at St. Vincent de Paulâs.â
âBut youâve bled through the back. Youâve run off from the hospital.â
âItâs a bad habit,â I said, turning again toward him. âI do what I want.â
He considered his words for a moment. âMr. Lloyd wonders if youâre in any conditionââ
âIâm all aces,â I said, trying out my grin on him. âIâm peaches and cream.â
âIf youâre in any condition to assist him further.â
âYou can see what kind of shape Iâm in.â
The secretary had a neat businesslike timidity, and there wasnât any reason to treat him badly. It seemed possible to imagine that he was a decent fellow in his private life.
âWe can arrange for personal medical care,â he said. âA nurseââ
âCan you get me some penicillin?â
âI should think so,â he said. âI can send a nurse to look at the bandages. The stitches will have to be removed.â
âAh,â I said, and then I swallowed and tried to clamp down on a blinding surge of pain that raked my sinuses. âWhy didnât you tell me that the girl was chopped up?â
âWhat girl?â
âLook now, donât dummy up on me. Why didnât you tell me about the girl at the Cleveland plant? Now this other girlââ
âIâm not in a position to tell you anything, sir. Iâm careful to perform within the limits of my function. I only keep things in order for Mr. Lloyd.â
I knew it wasnât any use bracing himâand I knew I wasnât in any condition to play rough with anybody, even a secretary. For all I knew, James was a golden gloves champ. Heâd go about flyweight, but I was already coming apart at the seams. I
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