Big Jim McLain Page #4

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that you were an employee when I called.

But you drive in a rented car

and you're living from week to week

in an expensive bungalow.

It just doesn't fit with the job you claim.

Now, those are facts, but more than fact,

there's chemistry.

I know you lied.

You don't have to tell me

if you don't want to.

It won't make any difference.

I don't make much money.

Bum job, but it has to be done.

But I never needed money before,

but now, with a wife,

- if I wanted to give her mink coats...

- James McLain.

I like that better than James Marshall.

Are you proposing?

Yes.

May I plan the evening, Jim?

I wanted to walk. I don't know why.

It seemed better somehow.

And if you don't mind a supposed

hard-minded scientist going on this way,

I want to go in.

I feel so thankful.

All the jillions of people in the world,

and we two met.

What odds against it?

It shows there's a plan.

So if you'll wait here,

I want to go in and give thanks

the lightning...

The good lightning struck me.

Hey.

Why can't I go in?

The same lightning struck me.

Yeah, I'll send him over to Grey.

Hey, gents!

Ventaby!

Hey, honey, come here.

- This is Jim McLain and Mal Baxter.

- Hi.

- This is my wife.

- How do you do?

- How about bringing us out some coffee?

- Sure.

Say, I forgot to tell you guys

something important.

Remember the name I gave you

of a guy that was Party treasurer

when I was a member, Willie Nomaka?

Yeah.

Well, I've been seeing this guy lately

in all the grog shops

down on River Street.

Boy, he's jugging it up good.

You know,

drinking's strictly against Party rules.

When you got a big-wheel job,

drunks is a very bad security risk.

Anyway, I figure this guy's ready to crack.

I've been through this.

After a while, you get it through your skull

that all this Party line is a lot of con,

and, sort of in self-defense,

you give the bug juice a whirl.

If you could get this guy to talk,

he'd give you a lot of names.

Any idea how we could

get in touch with him?

Not exactly. He had a cover spot

up on 16 River Street,

but I don't think he lived there.

Well, thanks. We'll see if we can find him,

give him the once-over.

I wonder where the house is.

The odd numbers are on the other side.

What's the matter with you?

I told you to put the ashcans on the left.

I can't keep opening the door every five...

Well, you couldn't have come

at a better time, mister.

I haven't had a vacancy

since I don't know when.

I was looking for a fellow named Nomaka.

He doesn't happen to be home?

Now, wouldn't that beat you?

This was his room.

Four years he had it.

Do you know his new address?

The people I work for are a little anxious

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