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I said： 〃Go ahead and be heroes。〃
I clicked the safety catch loudly。
Sometimes even a bad scene will rock the house。 The tall one stood rooted； and I could see the blackjack swinging at his wrist。 The one I had been talking to thought it over without any hurry。
〃This won't buy you a thing；〃 he said gravely。 〃You'll never get off the boat。〃
〃I thought of that。 Then I thought how little you'd care。〃
It was still a bum scene。
〃You want what？〃 he said quietly。
〃I have a loud gun；〃 I said。 〃But it doesn't have to go off。 I want to talk to Brunette。〃
〃He went to San Diego on business。〃
〃I'll talk to his stand…in。〃
〃You're quite a lad；〃 the nice one said。 〃We'll go down。 You'll put the heater up before we go through the door。〃
〃I'll put the heater up when I'm sure I'm going through door。〃
He laughed lightly。 〃Go back to your post； Slim。 I'll look into this。〃
He moved lazily in front of me and the tall one appeared to fade into the dark。
〃Follow me； then。〃
We moved Indian file across the deck。 We went down brassbound slippery steps。 At the bottom was a thick door。 He opened it and looked at the lock。 He smiled； nodded； held the door for me and I stepped through； pocketing the gun。
The door closed and clicked behind us。 He said：
〃Quiet evening； so far。〃
There was a gilded arch in front of us and beyond it a gaming room； not very crowded。 It looked much like any other gaming room。 At the far end there was a short glass bar and some stools。 In the middle a stairway going down and up this the music swelled and faded。 I heard roulette wheels。 A man was dealing faro to a single customer。 There were not more than sixty people in the room。 At the faro table there was a pile of yellowbacks that would start a bank。 The player was an elderly white…haired man who looked politely attentive to the dealer； but no more。
Two quiet men in dinner jackets came through the archway sauntering； looking at nothing。 That had to be expected。 They strolled towards us and the short slender man with me waited for them。 They were well beyond the arch before they let their hands find their side pockets； looking for cigarettes of course。
〃From now on we have to have a little organization here；〃 the short man said。 〃I don't think you'll mind？〃
〃You're Brunette；〃 I said suddenly。
He shrugged。 〃Of course。〃
〃You don't look so tough；〃 I said。
〃I hope not。〃
The two men in dinner jackets edged me gently。
〃In here；〃 Brunette said。 〃We can talk at ease。〃
He opened the door and they took me into dock。
The room was like a cabin and not like a cabin。 Two brass lamps swung in gimbels hung above a dark desk that was not wood； possibly plastic。 At the end were two bunks in grained wood。 The lower of them was made up and on the top one were half a dozen stacks of phonograph record books。 A big bination radio…phonograph stood in the corner。 There was a red leather chesterfield； a red carpet； smoking stands； a tabouret with cigarettes and a decanter and glasses； a small bar sitting cattycorners at the opposite end from the bunks。
〃Sit down；〃 Brunette said and went around the desk。 There were a lot of business…like papers on the desk； with columns of figures； done on a bookkeeping machine。 He sat in a tall backed director's chair and tilted it a little and looked me over。 Then he stood up again and stripped off his overcoat and scarf and tossed them to one side。 He sat down again。 He picked a pen up and tickled the lobe of one ear with it。 He had a cat smile； but I like cats。
He was neither young nor old； neither fat nor thin。 Spending a lot of time on or near the ocean had given him a good healthy plexion。 His hair was nut…brown and waved naturally and waved still more at sea。 His forehead was narrow and brainy and his eyes held a delicate menace。 They were yellowish in color。 He had nice hands； not babied to the point of insipidity； but well…kept。 His dinner clothes were midnight blue； I judged； because they looked so black。 I thought his pearl was a little too large； but that might have been jealousy。
He looked at me for quite a long time before he said： 〃He has a gun。〃
One of the velvety tough guys leaned against the middle of my spine with something that was probably not a fishing rod。 Exploring hands removed the gun and looked for others。
〃Anything else？〃 a voice asked。
Brunette shook his head。 〃Not now。〃
One of the gunners slid my automatic across the desk。 Brunette put the pen down and picked up a letter opener and pushed the gun around gently on his blotter。
〃Well；〃 he said quietly； looking past my shoulder。 〃Do I have to explain what I want now？〃
One of them went out quickly and shut the door。 The other was so still he wasn't there。 There was a long easy silence； broken by the distant hum of voices and the deep…toned music and somewhere down below a dull almost imperceptible throbbing。
〃Drink？〃
〃Thanks。〃
The gorilla mixed a couple at the little bar。 He didn't try to hide the glasses while he did it。 He placed one on each side of the desk； on black glass scooters。
〃Cigarette？〃
〃Thanks。〃
〃Egyptian all right？〃
〃Sure。〃
We lit up。 We drank。 It tasted like good Scotch。 The gorilla didn't drink。
〃What I want…〃 I began。
〃Excuse me； but that's rather unimportant； isn't it？〃
The soft catlike smile and the lazy half…closing of the yellow eyes。
The door opened and the other one came back and with him was Mess…jacket； gangster mouth and all。 He took one look at me and his face went oyster…white。
〃He didn't get past me；〃 he said swiftly； curling one end of his lips。
〃He had a gun；〃 Brunette said； pushing it with the letter opener。 〃This gun。 He even pushed it into my back more or less； on the boat deck。〃
〃Not past me； boss；〃 Mess…jacket said just as swiftly。
Brunette raised his yellow eyes slightly and smiled at me。 〃Well？〃
〃Sweep him out；〃 I said。 〃Squash him somewhere else。〃
〃I can prove it by the taximan；〃 Mess…jacket snarled。
〃You've been off the stage since five…thirty？〃
〃Not a minute； boss。〃
〃That's no answer。 An empire can fall in a minute。〃
〃Not a second； boss。〃
〃But he can be had；〃 I said； and laughed。
Mess…jacket took the smooth gliding step of a boxer and his fist lashed like a whip。 It almost reached my temple。 There was a dull thud。 His fist seemed to melt in midair。 He slumped sideways and clawed at a corner of the desk； then rolled on his back。 It was nice to see somebody else get sapped for a change。
Brunette went on smiling at me。
〃I hope you're not doing him an injustice；〃 Brunette said。 〃There's still the matter of the door to the panionway。〃
〃Accidentally open。〃
〃Could you think of any other idea？〃
〃Not in such a crowd。〃
〃I'll talk to you alone；〃 Brunette said； not looking at anyone but me。
The gorilla lifted Mess…jacket by the armpits and dragged him across the cabin and his partner opened an inner door。 They went through。 The door closed。
〃All right；〃 Brunette said。 〃Who are you and what do you want？〃
〃I'm a private detective and I want to talk to a man named Moose Malloy。〃
〃Show me you're a private dick。〃
I showed him。 He tossed the wallet back across the desk。 His wind…tanned lips continued to smile and the smile was getting stagy。
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