waddled away from him again, pacing to relieve the pain in my lower back.
âMr. Lloyd is anxious to make some progress.â
âWell, Jesus, why donât you look into it?â
âIâm not sure I enjoy Mr. Lloydâs complete trust.â
As best I could tell he wasnât trying to be funny. He kept his words guarded, but I could see by his face that he was speaking more personally now than professionally.
âI donât know,â I said. âI donât know.â
âYouâve faced danger before. I donât believe Iâd fare as well as you, given the circumstances.â
âListen, I just got the habit of walking into trouble. Iâm not anybody to rely on. I could go south any time.â
âMr. Lloyd doesnât believe you will.â
The secretary waited me out. As a practical matter itâs hard to stand stock-still for such a length of time without doing something with your hands; but he did. I was flummoxed by the whole load, and panting all the while from the pacing and the pain. A chill ran through me when it hit me that I wasnât sweating at allâdid it mean something?
âIâve brought you a badge of sorts.â
It wasnât a regular badge like a police shield but more like an identification tag. At any of the auto plants it wasnât unusual to see the men and women with tin tags on their coveralls, but this one was larger and heavier, and it looked like it might be worth a little something if the silver was pure. He held it up for me by its little clip. The rounded Lloyd trademark was enameled in red, and the rest of the raised text had been topped with blue, like a blueprint. It looked official, sure enough. My full name was spelled out, and Jasper Lloydâs facsimile signature scrawled out at the bottom corner. I took the badge from him.
âThe badge will allow you unfettered access to any plant controlled directly by Lloyd Motors.â
âWhat about the paper you gave me?â I said. âWasnât that supposed to get me into the plants?â It occurred to me that James might have arranged the whole beating to see how loyal I was, but I was ranting in my own mind.
âIâm instructed to tell you,â he said, âthat notice has been given to allow your passage. The badge was my idea. Iâve found thatâyouâre to report any difficultyââ
âSo now Iâm Lloydâs flunky? Is that the kind of job that draws a paycheck?â
âCertainly I can arrange for some payment,â he said. âA cash arrangement would be preferable.â
âI know a fella who needs a job. A colored fella.â
âIâm really not in a positionââ
âForget it,â I told him. âHow much cash are you carrying with you?â
âNone at all.â
I felt too dry to keep talking, but I didnât want to have to offer him anything to drink. There was only spigot water and alcohol. We were still standing just inside the door to my place.
âYou can get some money, ah? Deliver it where I tell you?â
âWithin reason,â he said.
âHold onâyou have a pencil?â
He slipped one practiced hand into his jacket and came up with an outsized fountain pen. From another pocket he pulled a little blank card of stiff paper. It reminded me so much of Chew that I gave a shudder. I gave him Walkerâs name but I couldnât think of the street number.
âYouâve a figure in mind?â
âTen thousand?â
âFive?â
âWhy not?â
I was beginning to like the fellow, and he continued to win me over.
âMr. Lloyd thought you might lack adequate transportation.â He dangled an ignition key on a ring from his pinky finger.
âWellââ
âIâve parked the car down below,â he said.
There wasnât a thing to do but go to the window to have a look. Down in the alley sat an
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