give a damn.
But all he did was blink.
âWhatâre you after?â I asked him again.
âDough, Mister. Just dough.â
âHow much?â
âHow much you got?â
I took out my wallet, squeezed it to show how thick it was, and began dealing out tens, dropping them on the cocktail table. When Iâd let eight bills fall, I stopped. âThatâll do it,â I said.
âHey,â he said, âyou got more.â
âI think youâll settle for this.â
âAnd what gives you that idea?â
âWell,â I said, taking my time, âI figure you for tinhorn chiselers, a pair thatâll sell out cheap. Itâs worth a hundredâthis eighty and the twenty I already gave her, when Iâm sure sheâll tell you aboutâto get you out of here. Iâll just charge it to lessons in life. But for more, Iâd just as soon crack it open. You want this money or not?â
It wasnât all just talk. From Mariaâs eyes as she watched the bills, I knew that for some reason they worried her. She looked at them a second, and then said to me, âWill you please bring me my uniform, Mr. Hull? Like a nice fellow?â
I didnât know why I was being got rid of, but when I went into the bedroom and had a peep through the crack in the door, Maria was down on her knees at the table, holding my tens to the light, looking for the punctures that are sometimes put on marked money. Bill was grumbling at her, but she grumbled back, and I heard her say, âMademoiselle Zita.â
When I heard Zitaâs name, I saw red. I made up my mind Iâd get to the bottom of this if I had to take the place apart piece by piece. The big problem was how. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and the more I thought about it the madder I got. I glared down at Mariaâs uniform lying there on the bed beside me, and called her a few choice names under my breath. And then, still glaring at the uniform, I suddenly knew I had it. That uniform was going to be good for something besides showing off Mariaâs legs.
I grabbed the uniform off the bed, went to the window and threw it out. Then I went back to the sitting room. Maria was still on her knees at the table.
âLady,â I said, âif you want a uniform, you tell Mademoiselle Zita to bring it up here. Call her, and make it quick. Somebody else wonât do. I want to talk to her .â
âOh,â I said. âThat.â
âGive it to me!â she said. âYou took it. Youââ
âWell, no, Maria, I didnât,â I said. âNot that I wouldnât have taken it. Not that you misjudge my character. Iâm just that greedy. And just that mean. I didnât remember it, thatâs all.â
âAh!â she said. âAh!â She was standing with her feet spread apart and her hands on her hips. Iâd never seen a nude woman so completely unconscious of her body as this one was.
Bill came over from the window and slapper herâto make her pipe down with the racket, I supposeâand suddenly I realized Iâd pulled a damn good stunt. It was now a question of who was trapped. All three of us were, of course, except that I didnât care any more if the cops barged in or not. I didnât care, but they did.
âGet on that phone,â I told Maria, âbecause you donât get out till Zita comesâunless you go with the cops.â
âCall,â Bill told her. âYou got to.â
He went to the phone in the foyer, put in the call, and gave Maria the receiver. She talked a long time in Hungarian, and then she hung up and came back into the living room. âSheâll be here,â she said. âSheâll bring me something to wear. And now, Mr. Hull, give me that money you threw out with myââ
I clipped her on the jaw, and I didnât pull the punch. Bill caught her as she fell, which was his big mistake. I