John MacDonald - The Deep Blue Good-Bye

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When I first arrived at Ballantine, where I am the mass market managing editor, we were just undergoing a daunting task: repackaging all of John D. MacDonald's Travis McGee novels. We were giving him a brand-new, beautiful look; ingeniously, we used a deep blue color for THE DEEP BLUE GOOD-BY, a gold color for A DEADLY SHADE OF GOLD, a lavender hue for THE LONG LAVENDER LOOK, etc. But as I worked on the actual stories themselves, I realized that as colorful as these books now are on the outside, they're even more colorful on the inside. In order to prepare these books, we had to have them retyped from scratch; some of these books are so old that the plates had died, so we had nothing to print from. So all the books had to be proofread as if they were new books, and what a joy it was working on them. I unexpectedly rediscovered an author and character I knew very little about. Travis McGee is one of the great characters in crime fiction, and John D. MacDonald a fascinating storyteller. You never know what either is going to do next, or say next; what is going on in their minds is as important, if not more so, then what is going on outside Travis's boat. All of which add up to a heckuva fun series.
Mark Rifkin, Managing Editorial

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There were a dozen men in the big room. They had big voices and big laughs and big cigars and big glasses of whiskey. Junior executives were tending bar for them, sidling in to laugh at the right time, not too loudly, at all evidences of wit. They wore no badges. That is the key to the small and important convention. No badges, no funny hats. Any speakers they get are nationally known. And they order their food off the full menu.

One of the juniors told me that Mr. Callowell was the one over there by the big windows, with the glasses and mustache. William Callowell was in his middle forties. Average size. Somewhat portly. It was difficult to see what he looked like. He had a stand-up ruff of dense black hair, big glasses with black frames, a black mustache, and he smoked a big black pipe. There didn’t seem to be enough skin showing. The only thing unchangeably his was a wide fleshy nose with a visible pattern of pores. He was talking with two other men. They stopped abruptly when I was six feet away and they all stared at me.

“Excuse me,” I said. “Mr. Callowell, when it’s convenient I’d like a word with you.”

“You one of the new Bureau people?” one of his friends asked.

“No. My name is McGee. It’s a personal matter.”

“If it’s that opening, this isn’t the time or the place, McGee,” Callowell said in a soft unfriendly voice.

“Opening? I gave up working for other people when I was twenty years old. I’ll wait in the hall, Mr. Callowell.”

I knew that would bring him out fast. They have to know where you fit. They have those shrewd managerial eyes, and they can look at a man and generally guess his salary within ten per cent either way. It is a survival reaction. They’re planted high on the side of the hill, and they want to know what’s coming up at them, and how fast.

He came lounging out, thumbing a new load into his pipe. “Personal matter?”

“I came up from Florida this afternoon just to see you.“

“You could have phoned and I would have told you I have too heavy a load here.”

“This won’t take much time. Do you remember a crew chief named Sergeant David Berry?”

It snapped him way back into the past. It changed his eyes and the set of his shoulders. “ Berry! I remember him. How is he?”

“He died in prison two years ago.”

“I didn’t know that. I didn’t know any-thing about that. Why was he in prison?”

“For killing an officer in San Francisco in nineteen forty-five.”

“Good Lord! But what’s that got to do with me?”

“I’m trying to help his daughters. They need help.”

“Are you an attorney Mr. McGee?”

“No.”

“Are you asking me to help Berry ’s daughters financially?”

“No. I need more information about David Berry.”

“I didn’t know him very well or very long.”

“Anything you can tell me will be helpful.”

He shook his head. “It was a long time ago. I can’t take the time right now.” He looked at his watch. “Can you come back at eleven?”

“I’m registered here.”

“That’s better. I’ll come to your room as near eleven as I can make it.”

“Room seventeen-twenty, Mr. Callowell.”

He rapped on my door at eleven-twenty. He’d had a full measure of good bourbon and a fine dinner and probably some excellent brandy. It had dulled his mind slightly, and he was aware of that dullness and was consequently more careful and more suspicious than he would have been sober. He refused a drink. He lowered himself, into a comfortable chair and took his time lighting his pipe.

“I didn’t catch what you do for a living, Mr. McGee.”

“I’m retired.”

He hoisted one black eyebrow. “You’re young for that.”

“I keep myself busy with little projects.”

“Like this one?”

“Yes.

“I think I better know a little more about this project.”

“Let’s lay down the shovels, Mr. Callowell. I’m not on the make for anything you have. Berry came home rich from his little war. I’d like to find out how. And if I can find out how, maybe I can get a little of it back for his girls. His wife is dead. All this will cost you is a little time. And a little remembering.”

For a little while I thought he had gone to sleep on me. He stirred and sighed. “There were ways to get rich over there. They said it was even better earlier in the war. Berry had been there a long time before I came along. ATC. Flying C-46’s out of Chabua in Assam. Passengers and cargo. Calcutta, New Delhi, and over the Hump to Kunming. Go sometimes to twenty-two thousand feet in those creaking laboring bastards, and then come down through the ice and get your one and only pass to lay it down at Kunming. I’d say I made twenty-five flights with Berry. No more. I didn’t get to know him. Crews didn’t stay together too long in that deal. The first one I had, my first airplane over there, quit. Structural failure, and the landing gear collapsed, and I slid it a long long way. Just three in a crew. They split us up. I got the ship Berry was on. Berry and George Brell, copilot. I was uneasy, wondering if Brell thought he should have been moved up. Their pilot wangled a transfer out.”

“Sugarman?”

“That was the name! He was killed later. Brell didn’t resent me. It worked out all right. Brell and Berry were competent. But they weren’t friendly. Berry was pretty surly and silent, but he knew his job. I think he was sort of a loner. We had probably twenty-five flights together, probably ten of those round trips to China. Then one night we came up from Calcutta and I had let down to about a thousand feet when the starboard engine caught fire without any warning at all. It really went. Too much for the extinguisher system. I goosed it up to as much altitude as I dared, leveled it off and we went out one two three. Five seconds after my chute opened, the wing burned off and it went in like a rock, and five seconds after that I landed in a bed of flowers right in front of the station hospital and wrenched my ankle and knee. Very handy indeed. I hobbled in with my arm around a great big nurse. Berry and Brell visited me and thanked me and brought me a bottle, and I never saw them again.”

“Did you hear any rumors about Berry making money?”

“I seem to remember hearing a few vague things. He was the type. Very tough and silent and cute.”

“How would he have done it?”

“By then the most obvious way was by smuggling gold. You could buy it in Calcutta, and sell it on the black market in Kunming for better than one and a half times what you paid for it. And get American dollars in return. Or, take Indian rupees and bring them back and convert them into dollars at Lloyd’s Bank. Or buy the gold with the rupees. It could be pretty flexible. But they were cracking down on it. It was a risk I didn’t want to take. And I knew that if Berry or Brell was doing it, and got caught, there would be a cloud on me. So I kept my eyes open. You could do a lot with gold in China then. They had that runaway inflation going, and damn few ways to get the gold in there. You could even make a profit by smuggling rupee notes in large denominations into China. They say the Chinese used the rupees to trade with the Japs. The Japs liked the rupees to finance their espionage in India. Hell, the Chinese were trading pack animals to the Japs in return for salt. It was a busy little War. I think Berry was a trader. He had that native shrewdness. And I think he had the knack of manipulating people. Once I think he actually sounded me out, but there was nothing I could put my finger on. I must have given him the wrong answers.”

“Was he close to George Brell?”

“Let’s say a little closer than a sergeant and a lieutenant usually get, even in an air crew. They were together quite a while.”

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