“Maybe the same lot, with love from the fellow in the basement.”
“For God’s sake, don’t go slouch on me, Algy!”
They laughed. But next morning, another bank of flowers arrived at the hostel for Miss Martha Broughton. Timberlane, Pilbeam, and Martha’s matron came to look at them.
“Orchids, roses, chincherinchees, violets, summer crocus – whoever he is, he can afford to get very sentimental,” Pilbeam said. “Let me assure you, Algy, old man, I didn’t send these to your girl friend.
Orchids is one thing you can’t slap on a DOUCH expense account.”
“I am frankly worried, Miss Broughton, honey,” the matron said. “You must take care of yourself, especially as you are a stranger to this country. Remember now, there are no more girls about under twenty.
That was the age older men used to go for. Now it’s the twenties-thirties group must watch out. Those older men, who are the rich men, have always been used to – well, to making hay while the sun shines. Now that the sun is going down – they will be more anxious to get at the last of the hay. Do you take my meaning?”
“Dusty Dykes himself couldn’t have put it better. Thanks for the warning, Matron. I’ll watch my step.”
“Meanwhile, I’ll phone a florist,” Pilbeam. said. “There’s no reason why you shouldn’t pick up a cool couple of thousand from this slob’s amorousness. Small change is mighty useful.”
Pilbeam was due to leave Washington the next day. The order had come through Dyson for him to go to another theatre of war – this time, central Sarawak. As he put it himself, he could do with the rest. During the afternoon, he was down in town collecting more kit and an inoculation when the Fat Choy alert sounded. He phoned through to Timberlane, who was then attending a lecture on propaganda and public delusion.
“Thought I’d tell you I’m likely to be delayed by this raid, Algy,” Pilbeam. said. “You and Martha better go on to the Thesaurus without me and get the drinks moving, and I’ll meet you there as soon as I can. We can eat there if we have to, though the Babe Lincoln down the block gives you less synthetics.”
“It’s chiefly calorie intake I’m having to watch,” Timberlane said, patting his waist line.
“See how your sensuality output reacts this evening – I’ve met a real scorcher here, Algy, name of Coriander and as plastic as funny putty.”
“I can’t wait. Is she married or single?”
“With her energy and talent, could be both.”
They winked at each other’s images in the vision screens and cut off.
Timberlane and Martha caught a prowling taxi-cab into town after dark. The enemy attack consisted of two missiles, one of which broke into suitcases over the now almost derelict slaughter and marshalling yards, while the other, causing more damage, broke over the thickly populated Cleveland Park suburb. On the sidewalks, police uniforms seemed to predominate over service uniforms; the Choy had served to make a lot of people stay at home, and as a result the streets were clearer than usual.
At the Thesaurus, Timberlane climbed out and inspected the façade of the club. It was studded with groups of synonyms in bas-relief – Chosen Few, Prime, Picked Bunch, Crême of the Cream, Elite, Salt of the Earth, Top Drawer, Pick of the Pops, Best People. Smiling, he turned to pay the cabby.
“Hey, you!”, he yelled.
The taxi, with Martha in it, swerved out into traffic, squealed round a private car, and sped down a side street. Timberlane ran into the road. Brakes and tyres whined behind him. A big limousine bucked to a stop inches from his legs, and a red face was thrust from the driver’s window and began to curse him. A crunching noise sounded from behind, and the red face turned towards the rear to curse even more ferociously. As a cop came running up, Timberlane grabbed his arm.
“My girl’s been kidnapped. Some chap just drove off with her.”
“Happens all the time. You sure have to watch them.”
“She was made away with!”
“Go and tell it to the sergeant, Mac. Think I haven’t got troubles? I’ve got to get this tin real estate rolling again.” He jerked a thumb at an approaching prowl car. Biting his lip, Timberlane made his way towards it.