But I couldn’t get fourteen men out of my mind, men who’d been snookered by the business with the eyes, the dear little voice, men who’d sucked at that plump little mouth, been enclosed between the long warm clasp of those thighs, men who’d marveled at the luck that had brought them in their middle years the heats and devotions of such a spectacular young girl, and had gone cruising with her and hadn’t lived past the first night aboard, to have their reservation taken over by an aging Mr. Body.
“Maybe,” I said. “I’ll think about it. Maybe I can come up with an idea which will give me some insurance. It’s after four now. When can you shake loose from him?”
She forgot the question for a moment. She shook her head. “It’s so spooky, thinking about it. My God, him handing me over to Griff just like I’ve been handing those marks over to him. Everything you say fits, dear. We gals should have been able to figure it out. If it ever started to go sour, we three would be the first to go. You know, I’m going to miss those kids. We had a lot of laughs.”
“What time?”
“Oh, figuring his track record this trip I’d say he’ll fold before eleven o’clock. Maybe even before ten.”
“Stateroom Six,” I said. I rapped my knuckles on the table. Two quick knocks, a pause, two quick ones again. “Knock like that.”
It was interesting to me in a clinical way that in the distance from our table to the street door she managed to sway a tautly fabricked hip against me three separate and insistent times, though she’d had no trouble with sway or balance on the way in. With an instant practicality, she’d changed masters. Now it was merely a case of firmly cementing the new relationship in the only way she knew how.
Back aboard at four-thirty, I checked our mail drop and the slip said, “At home.”
I went aft and found my way down to his cabin. He opened the door to my knock. “Welcome to steerage,” he said. He pointed to the dressing table. I saw the doll. I went over and picked it up. He had carved a rather good cement block. It dangled on the silvery wire an inch below the ankles.
The doll was naked. Any other doll would have been bare, or unclad. But the Japanese artisan who had made this one, even knowing it would be sewed and glued into a kimono, had given a total and humorless attention to detail, making of it a statue rather than a doll. Even the navel was a typically Asiatic little stub, with incised curlicue.
“Couldn’t do a damn thing with the hair,” he explained.
“I had to cut it all off, soak it in hot water, get it straight, glue it back on–I went ashore for the glue–and shape it with my nail scissors.”
“It’s a beautiful job, Meyer. Absolutely beautiful.”
“After I gave her more eyebrows with a little black ink, it turned into a better resemblance.”
“It’s going to give our boy one hell of a turn.”
“How did you make out?”
He sat on the bunk. I straddled the straight metal chair that faced the dressing table. He was a splendid listener with expressions of great wonderment, surprise, awe, concern, appreciation-and little gasps and grunts and murmurs in all the right places. “So I stood under the portico and watched her stilt along to Bay Street, knowing she was giving it a little extra something, adding one extra little circular fillip that made everything else work that much harder to keep up. The resplendent officer atop his little box under his umbrella blew the birds out of the trees with his whistle, and stopped every vehicle in the downtown area to let her cross East Street, and a chap in a sun helmet ran full into an old lady with her arms full of packages. He was looking back over his shoulder at the time.”
“My God, Travis, what a fantastic gamble!”
“Just the first contact. That was the gamble. From then on I played it the way she was calling it. I had to sense how much she’d swallow and just what things would give it a ring of truth. When it wasn’t working just right, I’d move the walnut shells around again. She’s what the Limey locals would call a nasty little bit of work. Nastier than our Vangie. She kids herself more than Vangie did. She’s perfectly willing to believe Terry’ll dump her because she could be talked into dumping him. With a little persuasion, she would have set up a double on this trip. Let Terry drop their pigeon over the side, then hand Terry to Griff on a platter for the same treatment.”