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Donald Hamilton: The Shadowers

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An agent like Matt Helm might be a nice man to live with, for a while -- but he's not the kind a woman would want to marry. Unless, perhaps, the marriage was part of an ingenious cover. Here the man whose daily bread is violence takes himself the most unlikely bride in the world -- just to make sure that death doesn't part them.

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"Thank you, sir." It was hard to tell in the dark, but I thought his boyish face flushed a little with pleasure. "As for the offer..

"Don't kid yourself it's all a matter of fancy counter-signs and fast driving," I said. "And don't waste your answer on me. The recruiting office…" I told him the number in Washington to call, and gave him a kind of salute. "Happy landings, as we birdmen say."

Thinking of this now, I felt old and cynical. To cheer myself, I looked for the neat little fanny in pink, but it was gone. Presently I spotted the tight, shiny dress some twenty degrees farther along the curving bar than it had been. My first thought was that the kid had moved to another stool. Then I realized that the great circular contraption, occupying the whole center of the room, was actually rotating like a real merry-go-round, but much more slowly.

I'd been briefed on this earlier, of course, but it had slipped my memory for a moment. Being reminded of it, and seeing it in action, came as kind of a shock, particularly since it was something I wasn't supposed to forget. It was part of our plan. At the same time I became aware that a woman was being seated at the table to my left, only a few feet down the upholstered bench that ran along the wall.

"Waiter," I said, carefully ignoring her, "waiter, either I'm drunk on one Martini or that thing is moving."

There was a quick laugh from the. woman who'd just sat down. "It certainly is!" Olivia Mariassy said. "What a dreadful thing to put in a bar! I thought I was intoxicated, too, when I came in here this afternoon and saw it."

This was the approach that had been decided on. I guess Hollywood would have said we were meeting cute. The words were right, but she wasn't the greatest actress in the world, and I don't suppose she'd ever picked up

– or been picked up by-a man in a bar before. The laugh was strained and the voice was forced. It wasn't good.

I looked around the way a man might, addressed by a strange woman in a strange place-that is to say, hopefully. After all, I wasn't supposed to know it wasn't Brigitte Bardot who'd sat down beside me. I let my face go disconcerted for a moment before I covered up politely. Dr. Mariassy hadn't altered much since I'd last seen her. Of course, it had been only a few hours, but there are women who can manage a change of clothes and a light application of lipstick in that length of time.

Our scientist lady was still wearing her clumsy tweeds, however. The pulled-back straight hair, the lack of makeup, and the heavily rimmed glasses still gave her the look of a frustrated old-maid schoolteacher. She had made only one change: she'd put on high heels. The table, and the poor light, made it hard to estimate the extent of the improvement, but I got the impression that her legs weren't half bad.

Her smile was pretty awful, however. It obviously hurt her to have to smile at me. Maybe it would have hurt her to smile at anybody. I encouraged myself with that thought.

"Well, it is kind of a strange notion, ma'am," I said politely. "I wonder how long it takes to go around."

This was also part of the prepared dialogue. It gave her an opportunity, in line with her scientific character, to suggest breaking out the watches and doing some timing. As the circular bar actually took some fifteen minutes to complete one revolution, we'd be practically old friends by the time this research project was finished and checked-old enough friends, at any rate, for me to buy her a drink and, a few drinks later, ask her to take pity on a lonely Denver character who knew nothing about New Orleans, not even where to find a decent meal.

It was a good enough opening for a pickup romance, but we weren't putting it across. I hoped she could feel it. I hoped she'd have sense enough to stall a little with the cigarette bit, giving me a chance to play gentleman with-a-match, before she pitched into the act in earnest.

Then I remembered she didn't approve of smoking. I could see her gathering herself to deliver her next line, and I knew it would be about as convincing as a schoolboy's excuse for playing hooky-and a man was watching us from the door.

He made no bones about it. He just stood there regarding us thoughtfully, and I knew he was the one. I didn't have any doubt. I mean, you get so you can spot them, the trained ones, the pros, the men in the same line of work. I don't mean I recognized his face. He was new to me. We didn't have him in the high-priority file, not yet. But he was our man, he had to be. They aren't common. It wasn't likely there'd be two of that species around-besides me, I mean.

He was a big, middle-aged man with a bald head and protruding ears like the symmetrical handles of an ornamental vase, but he wasn't ornamental, far from it. I got an impression of almost spectacular ugliness in the glimpse I allowed myself. I didn't dare look longer. Maybe his instincts weren't as acute as mine. If so, there was a chance that he hadn't spotted me yet; that he was just making note of me in a routine way, as he'd have made note of anybody who made any kind of contact with his real subject, Olivia Mariassy.

There was still a chance, if not a good one. So far she hadn't given herself away hopelessly. A maiden lady intellectual was bound to be a little awkward, adventurously addressing a strange man in a bar. But we couldn't expose him to any more of her phony smiles and memorized dialogue or he'd know the meeting had been planned.

"Excuse me," I said abruptly, and turned away just as she started to speak. "Waiter!"

Rising, I was aware of Olivia's face kind of crumpling. After all, she'd nerved herself to go through with the repulsive performance, and now the horrible man was kicking the script out the door. Well, it could pass for the reaction of a shy woman away from home whose tentative advances had been rudely rejected. I hoped she'd know enough to buy a drink and drink it, as any woman would to cover her confusion, before she ran out. I also hoped she'd remember, then, to go straight to her room and stay there with the door locked as she'd been instructed to do if anything went wrong.

Walking away after paying my bill, I knew it still wasn't good enough. He'd sat down at a corner table; he didn't seem to be looking our way any more, but I knew he wasn't missing a thing. He'd naturally be watching for a plant, a ringer, anything to indicate that his subject was hep and a trap was being set, that a pro was being slipped into the game against him. He wouldn't be watching for it any harder tonight than last night, perhaps, or tomorrow night, but he'd be on his guard always to spot anything out of line. He had to be. His life and his job depended on it.

What was needed, I thought, was a convincing red herring-but maybe a pink one would do. It was a crazy move, but that was a point in its favor, and my luck was in. The kid with the pink satin dress and the nice little rear was still in sight at the revolving bar, and the stool beside her was vacant. She had the defensive look a pretty girl gets in public, waiting for her escort to return from the john. I marched over there, stepped aboard the carousel, sat down, and tossed some money on the bar.

"Martini," I said to the bartender. "Veddy, veddy dry, if you please. Better make it a double."

I threw a wry glance over my shoulder toward Olivia. She had a drink and was sipping it grimly, staring straight ahead, as if she thought everyone in the room was watching. Well, that was still in character. Maybe we'd get by without giving the show away. How we'd make contact again, more convincingly, was a matter I'd give thought to later.

I grinned at the girl beside me. "I have just escaped a fate worse than death," I said. "Heaven preserve me prom amorous lady schoolteachers on vacation."

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