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About nine o’clock Carillo put his head in the door. Downstairs the jazz band had just started to play.

“Well?” demanded Vettori, getting to his feet.

“Blackie wants to see you,” said Carillo.

“All right.”

Carillo went out.

“What you suppose he wants?” said Vettori.

Rico, who was sitting with his chair tipped back against the wall reading a magazine, shook his head without looking up or answering. He was deep in the reading of a story about a rich society girl who fell in love with a bootlegger. Rico read everything he could find that had anything to do with society. He was fascinated by a stratum of existence which seemed so remote and unreal to him.

Blackie Avezzano, who managed Sam’s garage, came in and shut the door behind him. He was small and bowlegged, and he was so dark that he had been taken for a mulatto many times.

Vettori impatiently exclaimed:

“Well, what’s on your mind, Blackie?”

Rico went on reading his magazine. Blackie sat down at the table and seemed to be making an effort to collect his thoughts.

“All right, spit it out,” said Vettori.

Blackie couldn’t speak very good English, but as Rico didn’t know a word of Italian and Vettori preferred to speak English, he did the best he could.

“Tony, he took sick. Listen, I tell you, Tony he no know what. He took sick. I see him, listen, I tell you, what-you-say, he no got his guts. The Madre she send me call the doctore. Listen, he say, Tony, what-you-say, you been a drink. Now listen, you cut out a drink. That’s all. Tony he no drink. What a hell! One bottle of beer he can no drink. He no got his guts, that’s all.”

Vettori looked at Rico, who went on reading.

“Rico,” he said.

“I heard him,” said Rico, “I ain’t deaf.”

Blackie got up and stood twisting his cap in his hand. Vettori took out his billfold and handed Blackie a ten.

“Blackie,” he said, “keep your eyes open, understand?”

“All right,” said Blackie, “I watch, see, I know. Tony no good. All right, I watch.”

When he had gone Rico said:

“Well, that’s that.”

“We can’t take no chances,” said Vettori.

“I’ll give him till tomorrow,” said Rico; “he can’t go far wrong with Blackie watching him. After that if he don’t settle down there won’t be no more Tony.”