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notes about what Iâd need to go over with my secretary and one of my operatives before I left. I went to bed early, read some more of my book, and put out the light.
I was sitting at my desk at ten the next morning when I heard a knock and the door opened. A tall young man in a pea coat and cloth cap stood in the doorway, a lazy smile on his face.
âMorning, boss,â he said.
âWhat say, Jennings?â I smiled back. âCome take a pew. Howâs the leg?â
He pushed air out through slack lips. âItâs fine, Mr. Caine.â
âGlad to hear it.â
Brad Jennings had been working for me for close to a year now. Heâs one of the most resourceful young men Iâve ever come across, and I have yet to give him something he canât handle. I tried not to let on how carefully I was watching him as he walked over to the empty chair in front of my desk. Last October, Jennings got himself thrown out of a four-story window doing some work for me, yet for some reason he still wanted to remain in my employ. Heâd been without the cane for months now, and try as I might, I couldnât detect even a trace of the limp heâd had for so long. Oh, to have the healing powers of a twenty-four-year-old, I thought.
âGot anything special going on the rest of this week?â I asked.
âNothing I canât get out of,â he said, his gray-green eyes coming alight under lazy lids.
âI have to leave town for a few days,â I explained. âHowâd you like to watch the office for me?â
âSure thing,â he said, poking a lock of straw-blonde hair back up under his cap. âWhat do you want me to do?â
âMostly it involves showing up here in a suit and tie and sitting behind this desk. Introduce yourself to clients as my junior associate, listen to their problems, write down the particulars, tell them Iâll get back to them in a few days, and stay out of the liquor cabinet.â
âNo sweat,â he grinned. âYou keep the good stuff in the safe anyway.â
âIf it gets too slow, I have a few things you can run down for me.â I went over my notes and threw him some details, which he wrote down in a small notebook heâd taken to carrying. âJust be sure to let Gail know where youâre going and when youâll be back. You can use my car if you want,â I fished out my keys and dropped them on the desk, âbut remember, itâs for business, not joy-riding. Can do?â
âYou know it,â he assured me, picking up the keys.
âGail will know where I can be reached if anything comes up. I expect to be back by next Monday at the latest. And speaking of Gail,â I nodded toward the closed door to the outer office, âsheâs a terrific secretary, best Iâve ever had. She likes it here. She better still be here and still liking it when I get back.â Jennings is a sharp kid and a good one, but heâs young, and the last thing I needed was him putting Gail off by trying to boss her around or cozy up to her or something.
âSure thing, Mr. Caine,â Jennings said, his face serious. âI hear you.â
âGood man.â We settled on a daily fee. There was no need to shake on it; he trusted me.
I grabbed an early lunch â a bowl of soup and a sandwich at the diner Iâd taken Ryland to last week â then headed back to my office to pick up my suitcase. Just before heading out the door, I paused and opened the lower right-hand drawer of my desk. Two guns were inside: a .45 and a Colt .32 I sometimes carry, both automatics. Did I really need a gun for this trip? I doubted it, but I tend to look on guns like umbrellas: the surest way not to need one is to have it with you. I favored the Colt. In fact, Iâd picked this one up to replace the same model Iâd had to ditch last year. I placed in my suitcase and fastened the snaps.
I said farewell to