Warren said, Ill tell you this much, Dan. I dont think the worst will happen, but if it does Ill see that Sally gets a life pension equal to what youre getting now. No strings attached and you can have it in writing.
Youre pretty free wi your money or is it your money? asked Parker shrewdly.
It doesnt matter where it comes from. Its in a good cause.
Parker sighed. Id trust you that far. I know youd never be on the wrong side. When is this lark startin?
I dont know, said Warren. It might not even start at all. I havent made up my mind yet. But if we do get going it will be next month.
Parker chewed the stem of his pipe, apparently unaware it had gone out. At last he looked up, bright-eyed. All right, Ill do it. Sallyll give me hell, I expect. He grinned. Best not to tell her, Doctor. Ill cook up a yarn for her. He scratched his head. I must see me old Navy mates an see if I can get hold of a service manual for the Mark XI there ought to be some still knockin around. Ill need that if Im goin to redesign the circuits.
Do that, said Warren. Id better tell you what its all about.
No! said Parker. Ive got the general drift. If this is goin to be dangerous then the less I know the better for you. When the time comes you tell me what to do an Ill do it if I can.
Warren asked sharply, Any chance of failure?
Could be but if I get all I ask for then I think it can be done. The Mark XIs a nice bit o machinery it shouldnt be too hard to make it do the impossible. He grinned. What made you think o goin about it this way? Tired of treatin new addicts?
Something like that, said Warren.
He left Parker buzzing happily to himself about batteries and circuits and with a caution that this was not a firm commitment. But he knew that in spite of his insistence that the arrangements were purely tentative the commitment was hardening.
IV
He telephoned Andrew Tozier. Can I call on you for some support tonight, Andy?
Sure. Doc; moral or muscular?
Maybe a bit of both. Ill see you at the Howard Club know where that is?
I know, said Tozier. You could choose a better place to lose your money, Doc; its as crooked as a dogs hind leg.
Im gambling, Andy, said Warren. But not with money. Stick in the background, will you? Ill call on you if I need you. Ill be there at ten oclock.
I get the picture; you just want some insurance.
Thats it, said Warren, and rang off.
The Howard Club was in Kensington, discreetly camouflaged in one of the old Victorian terraced houses. Unlike the Soho clubs, there were no flashing neon signs proclaiming blackjack and roulette because this was no cheap operation. There were no half-crown chips to be bought in the Howard Club.
Just after ten oclock Warren strolled through the gambling rooms towards the bar. He was coolly aware of the professional interest aroused by his visit; the doorkeeper had picked up an internal telephone as he walked in and the news would be quick in reaching the higher echelons. He watched the roulette for a moment, and thought sardonically, If I were James Bond Id be in there making a killing.
At the bar he ordered a Scotch and when the barman placed it before him a flat American voice said, That will be on the house, Dr Warren.
Warren turned to find John Follet, the manager of the club, standing behind him. What are you doing so far west? asked Follet, If youre looking for any of your lost sheep you wont find them here. We dont like them.
Warren understood very well that he was being warned. It had happened before that some of his patients had tried to make a quick fortune to feed the habit. They had not succeeded, of course, and things had got out of hand, ending in a brawl. The management of the Howard Club did not like brawls they lowered the plushy tone of the place and word had been passed to Warren to keep his boys in line.
He smiled at Follet. Just sightseeing, Johnny. He lifted the glass. Join me?
Follet nodded to the barman, and said, Well, its nice to see you, anyway.
He would not feel that way for long, thought Warren. He said, These are patients youre talking about, Johnny; theyre sick people. I dont rule them Im not a leader or anything like that.
Thats as may be, said Follet. But once your hopheads go on a toot they can do more damage than youd believe possible. And if anyone can control them, its you.
Ive passed around the word that theyre not welcome here, said Warren. Thats all I can do.
Follet nodded shortly. I understand, Doctor. Thats good enough for me.
Warren looked about the room and saw Andrew Tozier standing at the nearest blackjack table. He said casually, You seem to be doing well.
Follet snorted. You cant do well in this crazy country. Now were having to play the wheel without a zero and thats goddam impossible. No club can operate without an edge.
I dont know, said Warren. Its an equal chance for you and the customer, so thats square. And you make your profit on the club membership, the bar and the restaurant.
Are you crazy? demanded Follet. It just doesnt work that way. In any game of equal chances a lucky rich man will beat hell out of a lucky poor man any time. Bernoulli figured that out back in 1713 its called the St Petersburg paradox. He gestured towards a roulette table. That wheel carries a nut of fifty thousand pounds but how much do you think the customers are worth? Were in the position of playing a game of equal chances against the public which can be regarded as infinitely rich. In the long run we get trimmed but good.
I didnt know you were a mathematician, said Warren.
Any guy in this racket who doesnt understand mathematics goes broke fast, said Follet. And its about time your British legislators employed a few mathematicians. He scowled. Another thing take that blackjack table; at one time it was banned because it was called a game of chance. Now that games of chance are legal they still want to ban it because a good player can beat a bad player. They dont know what in hell they want.
Can a good player win at blackjack? asked Warren interestedly.
Follett nodded. It takes a steeltrap memory and nerves of iron, but it can be done. Its lucky for the house there arent too many of those guys around. Well take that risk on blackjack but on the wheel weve got to have an edge. He looked despondently into his glass. And I dont see much chance of getting one not with the laws that are in the works.
Things are bad all round, said Warren unfeelingly. Maybe youd better go back to the States.
No, Ill ride it out here for a while. Follet drained his glass.
Dont go, said Warren. I had a reason for coming here. I wanted to talk to you.
If its a touch for your clinic Im already on your books.
Warren smiled. This time I want to give you money.
Warren smiled. This time I want to give you money.
This I must stick around to hear, said Follet. Tell me more.
I have a little expedition planned, said Warren. The pay isnt much say, two-fifty a month for six months. But therell be a bonus at the end if it all works out all right.
Two-fifty a month! Follet laughed. Look around you and figure how much Im making right now. Pull the other one, Doctor.
Dont forget the bonus, said Warren calmly.
All right; whats the bonus? asked Follet, smiling.
That would be open to negotiation, but shall we say a thousand?
You kill me, Warren, you really do the way you make jokes with a straight face. He began to turn away. Ill be seeing you, Doctor.
Dont go, Johnny. Im confident youll join me. You see, I know what happened to that Argentinian a couple of months ago and I know how it was done. It was a little over two hundred thousand pounds you rooked him of, wasnt it?
Follet stopped dead and turned his head to speak over his shoulder. And how did you learn about that?
A good story like that soon gets around, Johnny. You and Kostas were very clever.
Follet turned back to Warren and said seriously, Dr Warren: Id be very careful about the way you talk especially about Argentinian millionaires. Something might happen to you.
I dare say, agreed Warren. And something might happen to you too, Johnny. For instance, if the Argentinian were to find out how hed been had, hed raise a stink, wouldnt he? Hed certainly go to the police. Its one thing to lose and quite another to be cheated, so hed go to the police. He tapped Follet on the chest. And the police would come to you, Johnny. The best that could happen would be that theyd deport you ship you back to the States. Or would it be the best? I hear that the States is a good place for Johnny Follet to keep away from right now. It was something about certain people having long memories.
You hear too damn much, said Follet coldly.
I get around, said Warren with a modest smile.
It seems you do. You wouldnt be trying to put the bite on me, would you?
You might call it that.
Follet sighed. Warren, you know how it is. I have a fifteen per cent piece of this place Im not the boss. Whatever was done to the Argentinian was done by Kostas. Sure, I was around when it happened, but it wasnt my idea I wasnt in on it, and I got nothing out of it. Kostas did everything.
I know, said Warren. Youre as pure as the driven snow. But it wont make much difference when they put you on a VC-10 and shoot you back to the States. He paused and said contemplatively. It might even be possible to arrange for a reception committee to meet you at Kennedy Airport.
I dont think I like any of this, said Follet tightly. Supposing I told Kostas you were shooting your mouth. What do you suppose would happen to you? Ive never had a beef against you, and I dont see why youre doing this. Just watch it.
As he turned away, Warren said, Im sorry, Johnny; it seems as though youll be back in the States before the months out.
That does it, said Follet violently. Kostas is a bad guy to cross. Watch out for your back, Warren. He snapped his fingers and a man who was lounging against the wall suddenly tautened and walked over to the bar. Follet said, Dr Warren is just leaving.
Warren glanced over at Andy Tozier and held up a finger. Tozier strolled over and said pleasantly, Evening, all.
Johnny Follet wants to throw me out, said Warren.
Does he? said Tozier interestedly. And how does he propose to do that? Not that it matters very much.
Who the hells this? snapped Follet.
Oh, Im a friend of Dr Warren, said Tozier. Nice place youve got here, Follet. It should be an interesting exercise.
What are you talking about? What exercise?
Oh, just to see how quickly it could be taken apart. I know a couple of hearty sergeant types who could go through here like a dose of salts in less than thirty minutes. The trouble about that, though, is that youd have a hell of a job putting back the pieces. His voice hardened. My advice to you is that if Dr Warren wants to talk to you, then you pin back your hairy ears and listen.
Follet took a deep breath and blew out his cheeks. All right, Steve; Ill sort this out, he said to the man next to him. But stick around I might need you fast. The man nodded and returned to his position against the wall.
Lets all have a nice, soothing drink, suggested Tozier.
I dont get any of this, protested Follet. Why are you pushing me, Warren? Ive never done anything to you.
And you wont, either, observed Warren. In particular you wont say anything about this to Kostas because if anything happens to me all my information goes directly to the places where it will do most good.
Tozier said, I dont know what this is all about, but if anything happens to Dr Warren then a certain Johnny Follet will wish hed never been born, whatever else happens to him.
What the hell are you ganging up on me for? said Follet desperately.
I dont know, said Tozier. Why are we ganging up on him, Doc?
All you have to do is to take a holiday, Johnny, said Warren. You come with me to the Middle East, help me out on a job, and then come back here. And everything will be as it was. Personally, I dont care how much money you loot from Argentinian millionaires. I just want to get a job done.
But why pick on me? demanded Follet.
I didnt pick on you, said Warren wearily. Youre all Ive got, damn it! I have an idea I can use a man of your peculiar talents, so youre elected. And you dont have much say about it, either you darent take the chance of being pushed back to the States. Youre a gambler, but not that much of a gambler.
Okay, so youve whipsawed me, said Follet sourly. Whats the deal?
Im running this on the need to know principle. You dont have to know, you just have to do and Ill tell you when to do it.
Now, wait a goddam minute.
Thats the way it is, said Warren flatly.
Follet shook his head in bewilderment. This is the screwiest thing that ever happened to me.
If its any comfort, brother Jonathan, I dont know whats going on, either, said Tozier. He eyed Warren thoughtfully. But Doc here is showing unmistakable signs of acting like a boss, so I suppose he is the boss.
Then Ill give you an order, said Warren with a tired grin. For Gods sake, stop calling me Doc. It could be important in the future.
Okay, boss, said Tozier with a poker face,
V
Warren did not have to go out to find Mike Abbot because Mike Abbot came to him. He was leaving his rooms after a particularly hard day when he found Abbot on his doorstep. Anything to tell me, Doctor? asked Abbot.
Not particularly, said Warren. What are you looking for?