The Erection Set

When it hit me I let out another curse, ran into the bathroom, threw the drain on, flushed the tape down the toilet bowl and set the chair back in front of the desk where it belonged. As I ran past Lee I saw his eyes go wide again and said, “Get dressed and get ready to put on an act.”

I barely had time to get my coat off, the gun stashed away and a call in to Leyland Hunter when the raps came on the door. I told his secretary to hang on, walked over and threw the lock open. The same two cops stood there, the one called Tobano and his partner, two guns pointed at my middle from either side of the opening.

“Don’t just stand there,” I said. “Come on in. I’m on the phone.”

I started to walk back inside but Tobano stopped me. “Hold it, buddy.”

Everything was done with standard classical police procedure, even to the partner checking on the phone call. He told Hunter’s secretary I’d call back and hung up. Before they had a chance to look through the rooms Lee came out in the bottom half of his pajamas and stood there scratching, a perfect picture of a guy dragged out of a sound sleep. He even managed a yawn. “What the hell’s happening, Dog?”

“Beats me.” I looked at the two cops. “Mind telling me what this is all about?”

“Mind if we check around first?”

“Go ahead.”

“Make my bed up while you’re at it,” Lee told them.

Tobano stayed with us while his partner went through the place. He came out of my room shaking his head.

“Clean.” Their guns disappeared under their coats.

“Now?” I asked.

The big cop nodded. “We had a report there was a dead body up here.”

Lee faked a grin. “My cleaning lady did that to me once when she found me passed out on the floor.”

“This wasn’t a lady,” the cop told him.

“Anonymous?”

“Aren’t they all?” he said to me. “That your room over there?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s made up.”

“I’m neat.”

“Here all night?”

“This an arrest?”

“Nope.”

“Then let’s skip the questions. You didn’t even advise me of my rights.”

“I said it wasn’t an arrest. And we don’t like games, either. If you know any practical joker who’d try this crap, you’d better tell them to knock it off.”

“Don’t worry.”

The big cop gave me a disarming smile. “I’m not. I’m just wondering if this was a practical joke.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re not used to seeing the same two people so often. Seem a little odd to you?”

“Now that you mention it.”

“Any explanation?”

I shrugged, picked up a butt and lit it. “I told a few people about that last episode. Maybe one of them felt like having some fun.”

“It’s going to cost them if they keep it up.”

Tobano didn’t see the look on my face as I walked past to hold the door open for them. “You bet your ass it is,” I said.

Lee couldn’t hold his act any longer. It dropped as they went out and he sagged to the couch with a stifled groan and lay there shielding his eyes from the sunlight. His hands were shaking and a tic was playing around the comer of his mouth.

I went out to the kitchen, brewed up a pot of coffee and brought him a cup. “Drink it, you’ll feel better.”

He pushed himself to a sitting position and took the cup in his trembling fingers and sipped at it until it was gone. I took the cup away and lit him a cigarette. “Feel like talking?”

His eyes rolled toward mine in a face pasty white. “Dog ... what the hell are you into?”

“Sorry, kid.”

“They ... tried to knock me off.”

“I know.”

“But I didn’t even ...”

“Just describe them.”

His tongue tried to wet his parched lips and he nodded, his hand rubbing the bruise on the side of his head. “There were two of them. About your size. Those guns made them a lot bigger. Damn it, Dog ...”

“Come on, Lee.”

“Sure, come on. You know what it’s like to think you’re going to drown in a couple of minutes? You ...”

“I have a good idea.”

Lee squinted and propped his head in his hands. “They were in their forties, one wore a black suit, the other a sport coat and slacks. White shirts ... patterned dark ties.”

“Any definite characteristics?”

After a moment’s thought Lee said, “Nothing ... special, unless you want to call them kind of hard looking.” He looked up at me then, his eyes still scared. “Dog, look, those guys weren’t kidding around! They sat here all night without saying a damn thing, then all of a sudden one got up and coldcocked me. The next thing I knew I was tied up in the tub and they were turning the water on.”

“They must have said something.”

“Yeah, in the beginning. They wanted you. I didn’t know where the hell you were. You didn’t tell me you were going to stay out all night.”

“How about their speech? What did they sound like?”

“You mean... like a dialect?

“That’s right.”

Lee gave it a thought for a moment, frowning. “They spoke... well, pretty damn good. Like too good, maybe.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sort of ... like they studied the language. The one ... he seemed to think first, then speak. The other had a funny inflection like... you remember that RAF pilot they called Big Benny?”

“Yeah.”

“Like him, that kind.”

“Benny was from Brussels,” I said. “He went to England straight from college four years before the war started.”