Fredric Brown - The Shaggy Dog and Other Murders
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- Название:The Shaggy Dog and Other Murders
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But you always read Stagecraft.
He was reading it now. "Gambler Angels Meller," a one-column headline told him; he read even that, casually. Then he came to a name in the second paragraph, the name of the playwright. One of his eyebrows rose a full millimeter at that name. Wayne Campbell, his patron, had written another play. The first in three full years. Not that that mattered to Wayne, for his last play and his second last had both sold to Hollywood for very substantial sums. New plays or no, Wayne Campbell would keep on eating caviar and drinking champagne. And new plays or no, he, Sir Charles Hanover Gresham, would keep on eating hamburger sandwiches and drink-ing beer. It was the only thing he was ashamed of--not the hamburgers and the beer, but the means by which he was forced to obtain them. Blackmail is a nasty word; he hated it.
But now, possibly, just possibly-Even that chance was worth celebrating. He looked at the bar in front of him; fifteen cents lay there. He took his last dollar bill from his pocket and put it down on the one dry spot on the bar.
"Mac!" he said. Mac, the bartender, who had been gazing into space through the wall, came over. He asked, "The same, Charlie?"
"Not the same, Mac. This time the amber fluid."
"You mean whiskey?"
"I do indeed. One for you and one for me. Ah, with the Grape my jading life provide ..."
Mac poured two shots and refilled Sir Charles's beer glass. "Chaser's on me." He rang up fifty cents.
Sir Charles raised his shot glass and looked past it, not at Mac the bartender but at his own reflection in the smeary back-bar mirror. A quite distinguished-looking gentleman stared back at him. They smiled at one another; then they both looked at Mac, one of them from the front, the other from the back.
"To your excellent health, Mac," they said--Sir Charles aloud and his reflection silently. The raw, cheap whiskey burned a warm and grateful path.
Mac looked over and said, "You're a screwy guy, Charlie, but I like you. Sometimes I think you really are a knight. I dunno."
"A Hair perhaps divides the False and True" said Sir Charles. "Do you by any chance know Omar, Mac?"
"Omar who?"
"The tentmaker. A great old boy, Mac; he's got me down to a T. Listen to this:
After a momentary silence spake Some Vessel of
a more ungainly Make: 'They sneer at me from
leaning all awry: What! did the Hand then of
the Potter shake?'"
Mac said, "I don't get it."
Sir Charles sighed. "Am I all awry, Mac? Seriously, I'm going to phone and make an important appointment, may-be. Do I look all right or am I leaning all awry? Oh, Lord, Mac, I just thought what that would make me. Hamawry."
"You look all right, Charlie."
"But, Mac, you missed that horrible pun. Ham awry. Ham on rye."
"You mean you want a sandwich?"
Sir Charles smiled gently. He said, "I'll change my mind, Mac; I'm not hungry after all. But perhaps the exchequer will stand another drink."
It stood another drink. Mac went to another customer.
The haze was coming, the gentle haze. The figure in the back-bar mirror smiled at him as though they had a secret in common. And they had, but the drinks were helping them to forget it--at least to shove it to the back of the mind. Now, through the gentle haze that was not really drunkenness, that figure in the mirror did not say, "You're a fraud and a failure, Sir Charles, living on black mail," as it so often and so accusingly had said. No, now it said, "You're a fine fellow, Sir Charles; a little down on your luck for these last few--let us not say how many-years. Things are going to change. You'll walk the boards; you'll hold audiences in the palm of your hand. You're an actor, man."
He downed his second shot to that, and then, sipping his beer slowly, he read again the article in Stagecraft, the actor's Bible.
GAMBLER ANGELS MELLER
There wasn't much detail, but there was enough. The name of the melodrama was The Perfect Crime, which didn't matter; the author was Wayne Campbell, which did matter. Wayne could try to get him into the cast; Wayne would try. And not because of threat of blackmail; quite the converse.
And, although this didn't matter either, the play was being backed by Nick Corianos. Maybe, come to think of it, that did matter. Nick Corianos was a plunger, a real bigshot. The Perfect Crime wouldn't lack for funds, not if Nick was backing it. You've heard of Nick Corianos. Legend has it that he once dropped half a million dollars in a single forty-hour session of poker, and laughed about it. Legend says many unpleasant things about him, too, but the police have never proved them.
Sir Charles smiled at the thought--Nick Corianos getting away with The Perfect Crime. He wondered if that thought had come to Corianos, if it was part of his reason for back-ing this particular play. One of life's little pleasures, thinking such things. Posing, posturing, knowing you were ridiculous, knowing you were a cheat and a failure, you lived on the little pleasures--and the big dreams.
Still smiling gently, he picked up his change and went to the phone booth at the front of the tavern near the door. He dialed Wayne Campbell's number. He said, "Wayne? This is Charles Gresham."
"Yes?"
"May I see you, at your office?"
"Now listen, Gresham, if it's more money, no. You've got some coming in three days and you agreed, definitely agreed, that if I gave you that amount regularly, you'd--"
"Wayne, it's not money. The opposite, my dear boy. It can save you money."
"How?" He was cold, suspicious.
"You'll be casting for your new play. Oh, I know you don't do the actual casting yourself, but a word from you --a word from you, Wayne, would get me a part. Even a walk-on, Wayne, anything, and I won't bother you again."
"While the play runs, you mean?"
Sir Charles cleared his throat. He said, regretfully, "Of course, while the play runs. But if it's a play of yours, Wayne, it may run a long time."
"You'd get drunk and get fired before it got out of rehearsal."
"No. I don't drink when I'm working, Wayne. What have you to lose? I won't disgrace you. You know I can act. Don't you?"
"Yes." It was grudging, but it was a yes. "All right--you've got a point if it'll save me money. And it's a cast of fourteen; I suppose I could--"
"I'll be right over, Wayne. And thanks, thanks a lot." He left the booth and went outside, quickly, into the cool, crisp air, before he'd be tempted to take another drink to celebrate the fact that he would be on the boards again. Might be, he corrected himself quickly. Even with help from Wayne Campbell, it was no certainty.
He shivered a little, walking to the subway. He'd have to buy himself a coat out of his next--allowance. It was turning colder; he shivered more as he walked from the subway to Wayne's office. But Wayne's office was warm, if Wayne wasn't. Wayne sat there staring at him.
Finally he said, "You don't look the part, Gresham. Damn it all, you don't look it. And that's funny."
Sir Charles said, "I don't know why it's funny, Wayne. But looking the part means nothing. There is such a thing as make-up, such a thing as acting. A true actor can look any part."
Surprisingly, Wayne was chuckling with amusement.
He said, "You don't know it's funny, Gresham, but it is. I've got two possibilities you can try for. One of them is practically a walk-on; you'd get three short speeches. The other--"
"Yes?"
"It is funny, Gresham. There's a blackmailer in my play. And damn it all, you are one; you've been living off me for five years now."
Sir Charles said, "Very reasonably, Wayne. You must admit my demands are modest, and that I've never in-creased them."
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