Jeff rose and blindly made his way out of the club.
He was filled with a rage such as he had never known. He wanted to kill. He wanted to kill the unknown Italian. He wanted to kill Louise. How many other men had she been sleeping with during the past year? They had been laughing at him all this time. Budge and Ed Zeller and Mike Quincy and Alan Thompson and their wives had been having an enormous joke at his expense. And Louise, the woman he had wanted to protect. Jeff’s immediate reaction was to pack up and leave. But that was not good enough. He had no intention of letting the bastards have the last laugh.
That afternoon when Jeff arrived home, Louise was not there. “Madame went out this morning,” Pickens, the butler, said. “I believe she had several appointments.”
I’ll bet she did, Jeff thought. She’s out fucking that ten-inch-cock Italian. Jesus Christ!
By the time Louise arrived home, Jeff had himself under tight control. “Did you have a nice day?” Jeff asked.
“Oh, the usual boring things, darling. A beauty appointment, shopping.…How was your day, angel?”
“It was interesting,” Jeff said truthfully. “I learned a lot.”
“Budge tells me you’re doing beautifully.”
“I am,” Jeff assured her. “And very soon I’m going to be doing even better.”
Louise stroked his hand. “My bright husband. Why don’t we go to bed early?”
“Not tonight,” Jeff said. “I have a headache.”
He spent the next week making his plans.
He began at lunch at the club. “Do any of you know anything about computer frauds?” Jeff asked.
“Why?” Ed Zeller wanted to know. “You planning to commit one?”
There was a sputter of laughter.
“No, I’m serious,” Jeff insisted. “It’s a big problem. People are tapping into computers and ripping off banks and insurance companies and other businesses for billions of dollars. It gets worse all the time.”
“Sounds right up your alley,” Budge murmured.
“Someone I met has come up with a computer he says can’t be tampered with.”
“And you want to have him knocked off,” Mike Quincy kidded.
“As a matter of fact, I’m interested in raising money to back him. I just wondered if any of you might know something about computers.”
“No,” Budge grinned, “but we know everything about backing inventors, don’t we fellas?”
There was a burst of laughter.
Two days later at the club, Jeff passed by the usual table and explained to Budge, “I’m sorry I won’t be able to join you fellows today. I’m having a guest for lunch.”
When Jeff moved on to another table, Alan Thompson grinned, “He’s probably having lunch with the bearded lady from the circus.”
A stooped, gray-haired man entered the dining room and was ushered to Jeff’s table.
“Jesus!” Mike Quincy said. “Isn’t that Professor Acker-man?”
“Who’s Professor Ackerman?”
“Don’t you ever read anything but financial reports, Budge? Vernon Ackerman was on the cover of Time last month. He’s chairman of the President’s National Scientific Board. He’s the most brilliant scientist in the country.”
“What the hell is he doing with my dear brother-in-law?”
Jeff and the professor were engrossed in a deep conversation all during lunch, and Budge and his friends grew more and more curious. When the professor left, Budge motioned Jeff over to his table.
“Hey, Jeff. Who was that?”
Jeff looked guilty. “Oh…you mean Vernon?”
“Yeah. What were you two talking about?”
“We…ah…” The others could almost watch Jeff’s thought processes as he tried to dodge the question. “I…ah…might write a book about him. He’s a very interesting character.”
“I didn’t know you were a writer.”
“Well, I guess we all have to start sometime.”
Three days later Jeff had another luncheon guest. This time it was Budge who recognized him. “Hey! That’s Seymour Jarrett, chairman of the board of Jarrett International Computer. What the hell would he be doing with Jeff?”
Again, Jeff and his guest held a long, animated conversation. When the luncheon was over, Budge sought Jeff out.
“Jeffrey, boy, what’s with you and Seymour Jarrett?”
“Nothing,” Jeff said quickly. “Just having a chat.” He started to walk away. Budge stopped him.
“Not so fast, old buddy. Seymour Jarrett is a very busy fellow. He doesn’t sit around having long chats about nothing.”