Nick Carter - A Korean Tiger

He sank down on the bed, still rumpled from her last customer. It smelled of cheap scent. The girl — she was indeed very young for Ladenstrasse — sat in the room's only chair and stared at him with enormous blue eyes. Her hair was a brassy yellow and swept high, her face good but for a small weak mouth and great purple shadows under her eyes. She had thin arms and big floppy breasts, a tiny waist, and her legs were much too short between ankle and knee. This gave her an oddly malformed look without any real physical deformity. It might, Killmaster thought briefly, be the reason for her presence here instead of dancing in some show or cabaret.

He got immediately to business. "Have you heard from Avatar? He was to meet me in the Hohestrasse. He didn't come." Avatar was the code name for the Berlin man.

The girl shook her head. "Nein. I have not seen Avatar. I spoke to him last night — on the phone to Berlin. I told him about the American — this Bennett? Avatar said he would come immediately." She shook her head again. "But I have not seen him."

Nick Carter nodded slowly. He took a pack of crumpled Gauloise from his pocket and offered her one.

"I do not smoke, danke." She cupped her sharp little chin in her hand and stared at him. There was approval in her glance, and something of fear.

Nick took a square of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. It was one of the flyers so hastily circulated by AXE. It bore a picture of Raymond Lee Bennett lifted from the security files in Washington. Nick glanced briefly at the narrow face, the old acne scars, the balding head and too close-set eyes. It was an easy face to spot. Why hadn't Bennett disguised himself?

He tossed the flyer to the girl. "This is the man? You're positive?"

" Ja . I am sure." She fumbled in a pocket of her robe. It fell open and she did not bother to close it. Her large breasts still retained some of their youthful firmness.

She took another flyer from her pocket and spread it alongside the one Nick had given her. "Avatar sent me this last week. It is what you call the routine, ja? I did not really expect…"

Nick glanced at his cheap Japanese wrist watch. Nearly one by now. Time was wasting. Still no Avatar. He'd best pump this poor little drab and get on with it.

"Do you know where this man is now? This Bennett?"

"Perhaps. I cannot be sure. But when he came last night he was staying at the Hotel Dom. His room key was in the pocket of his jacket. When he went to the bathroom — it is down the hall, you understand — I searched the jacket. He had forgotten to leave the key at the desk. Of course I had already recognized him from the picture."

Nick leaned toward her. "What room number? On the key?"

"Nine-four-six. I wrote it down so I would not forget." She went to the dressing table and lifted a kewpie doll. She handed the chit to Nick.

"You did well," he told her. He glanced at his watch again. He could afford a few more minutes. If Bennett was still at the Hotel Dom — it was unlikely — then he was probably in for the night. If the man had already moved on, which the AXEman expected to be the case, it was still a warm trail. Only a day old.

"You told Avatar about Bennett immediately?"

"Ja. As soon as he left I slipped out and called Berlin. Believe me, mem Herr! I did not waste a minute."

Nick smiled. "I believe you — what are you called?"

She showed bad teeth in a travesty of a smile. "Helga will do."

Nick shrugged. He did not really want to know her name. Not that important. He stood up and stretched. He saw her blue eyes widen as she made an expert appraisal of the body beneath the crude workman's clothing. For a moment he felt a tinge of sour amusement. You would think they would get sick to death of it — like a kid working in a candy store. But apparently not.

He glanced at his watch again and sat down. Another five minutes and he must be on his way. Find some way of checking if Bennett was still at the Hotel Dom. If he was — and if Nick still couldn't find Avatar — then he would just have to find some way of getting to Bennett, very quietly, and killing him. Without being arrested for murder! That might take a bit of doing. If only he knew where the Berlin man was, what he was up to. Just could be that Avatar had decided not to wait — to go after Bennett himself. His orders would have been the same as Nick's own. Kill!

"Tell me," he commanded, "just what happened last night? From the time you spotted this Bennett until you called Berlin. Make it fast, please. Bennett was all alone, of course?"

"Ja. Alone. He was shopping at the windows, you understand? Walking up and down the street and looking at the girls. When he stopped at my window I knew him at once from the picture. I was excited, Herr, and very frightened. I was afraid he would not come in, that I would lose him. I could not have dressed and followed him in time."

Killmaster nodded curtly. "But he came in. Get on with it, bitte."

Her blue eyes were steady on his as she said: "There was something about that one, Herr, that I recognized. That I understood. A look he had. When you see as many men as I do you come to know strange things — and this Bennett had the look. And I was right — he was about to turn away when I held up the boots and my little whip. He smiled at me and came in at once."

The girl left her chair and crossed the room to a flimsy cabinet made of pressed cardboard. From it she took a whip and a pair of high-heeled patent leather boots that laced to the knees. Nick thought again of the hidden room in Laurel.

She tossed the whip and boots on the bed. "These, mein Herr! And he knew how to use the whip. He also took pictures of me. Many pictures with a Kamera— die Polaroid. You understand? In many positions?"

Nick smiled gently at her. "You were no doubt well paid for all this?"

" Ja . He paid well. But I think I should have more. Look!"

She dropped her robe and stood naked before him, turning to let him see the nasty red welts striping her white back and buttocks. "You see, Herr\ Should I not be paid more for my services?" Her red mouth was sullen over the bad teeth.

Nick Carter let none of his compassion show. He gave her a flinty smile. "Avatar is your paymaster, not me. Take it up with him."

If you ever see him again, Nick thought. He was beginning to get a feeling about the Berlin man. A feeling he had known before, a very nasty premonition of disaster. In this respect his hunches were seldom wrong. His built-in radar, sharpened and sensitized by years of cheating death, was beginning to cast a faint shadow on his mind's screen. And if he was right, and Avatar was in trouble, or dead, it meant a change in plans. He had been depending on Avatar to help him get into the Hotel Dom.

It also meant, beyond doubt, that the Russians had also picked up the scent and were in full cry. He hadn't time to worry about that just now. He would face that trouble when it came — which would be soon enough. But now…

He went to the door. The girl followed.

"I'll have to find a way of getting into the Hotel Dom," Nick said. He flicked a hand at his clothes. "I can't do it dressed like this — they wouldn't let me past the desk. That means I'll have to sneak in, and to do it without being caught as a thief I'll need to know the layout of the place. Do you know anyone who works at the Dom? Anyone at all? Servants? Kitchen people? It is very important — and for it I will pay extra."

He did not really expect anything — these girls had very few contacts in the daylight world — but he took a 100-mark note from his battered wallet and let her see it.

To his surprise she nodded instantly. "I know a porter there. He comes to me sometimes. His name is…"