Ride the Pink Horse Page #6

Go on, take it, make

yourself look human.

You like me if I look human?

Look, Sitting Bull

I'm not buying any trouble this trip.

I got other things on my mind.

Go on now, beat it.

Ten dollar?

Mi amigo, you crazy

for waste time on a stick.

Fellow like you can

get princess, fat one.

Yeah, I've had princesses,

all kinds.

I got one now back East.

That's crazy.

Why don't you bring

her to the fiesta?

She's busy...

with another guy.

I don't think I like

him, that other guy.

Ah, don't say that, he's okay.

He's got what it takes.

Dough.

Mr. Hugo in?

I said is Mr. Hugo in?

Who is it?

The man who was

here yesterday.

Oh, Shorty's pal--

let him in.

Mr. Hugo will see you.

You want me

to come back for the shampoo?

I'll call you later.

Mr. Locke in his room?

No, Mr. Hugo,

he left ten minutes ago.

Wait downstairs.

You want me in, boss?

No, out.

All right, Mr. Gagin,

what can I do for you?

Yes, this is Mr. Hugo.

No, I can't talk to him now.

No more calls

till I let you know.

Would you like to look around?

I don't mind company.

Sit down.

I'm glad to see you, Mr. Gagin.

How's our friend, Mr. Retz?

He's okay.

I hear you been talking to him.

What would I have to

talk to him about?

I don't know.

Comrade in arms.

You're both shooting at the

same target, aren't you?.

He's no pal of mine.

Good for you.

Cigar?

No, thanks.

So you're Shorty's pal.

That's right.

Shorty was a nice guy.

Yeah, he was.

Weren't you in the same

outfit together--Pacific area?

Tried to get in myself.

Too bad they had

to turn you down.

I gave Shorty a job

when he got out, a good job.

Yeah, I know.

Hundred a week

just to see

that people didn't

bother me too much--

Should have solved

all his postwar problems.

Too bad Shorty turned

out to be a crook.

Got himself all crumbed up

reaching for easy money.

That's kind of funny talk

coming from a guy

who's done rather well

out of the government--

Kind of like spitting

in my own face.

That's what you're thinking,

isn't it, Gagin?

I'm thinking.

Our friend Shorty was

the kind of crook that nobody

likes, not even me

who am rather broad-minded

about such things.

Short took something from me

and tried to sell it back.

I don't like blackmailers.

Nor would you if you

were in my business.

They constitute a very

bad industrial hazard.

He refused to give it to me,

there was a fight.

Your pal Shorty wasn't as

tough as he thought he was.

So you had him killed.

Let's say he lost the argument.

To three guys with blackjacks.

Were there three?

Three pretty stupid guys, too.

Stupid?

Yeah. They didn't get

what they were after.

They didn't?

No, I got it.

A cancelled check

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