； one way or another； and second； I don't remember a word of it。 Except that I finally said it was time to go； and he got himself a man…sized straight bourbon and poured it down。
We walked the few blocks to my building。 As we waited at the curb I kept my eyes peeled for a Chewy sedan； but apparently Roeder had been promoted； either that or the Chewy wasn't used for important guests； for when a car nosed in to us it was a shiny black Cadillac。 I got in front with the driver and Rackham joined Roeder in the rear。 They didn't shake hands when I pronounced names。 The driver was new to me…a stocky middleaged number with black hair and squinty black eyes。 He had nothing whatever to say to anyone； and for that matter neither did anybody else； all the way to our destination。 Once on the Taconic State Parkway a car passed and cut in ahead of us so short that it damn near grazed our bumper； and the driver muttered something； and I went so far as to glance at him but ventured no words。 Anyway； my mind was occupied。
Evidently Rackham had been there before with his eyes open； for there was no suggestion that he should take to the floor； and of course I was now a B。 We left the parkway a couple of miles south of Millwood； to the right； followed a curving secondary road a while； turned onto another main route； soon left it for another secondary road； and after some more curves hit concrete again。 The garage was at a four…ers a little out of Mount Kisco； and I never did know what the idea was of that roundabout way of getting there。 In front it looked like any other garage； with gas…pumps and a graveled plaza； and cars and miscellaneous objects around； except that it seemed a little large for its location。 Two men were there in front； one dressed like a mechanic and the other in a summer suit； even a necktie； and they exchanged nods with our driver as we headed in。
The big room we drove into was normal too； like a thousand others anywhere； but a variation was ing。 Our car rolled across； past pillars； to the far end； and stopped just in front of a big closed door； and our driver stuck his head out； but said nothing。 Nothing happened for thirty seconds； then the big door slowly opened； rising； the driver pulled his head in； and the car went forward。 As we cleared the entrance the door started back down； and by the time we had eased across to a stop the door was shut again； and our reception mittee was right there…two on one side and one on the other。 I had seen two of them before； but one was a stranger。 The stranger was in shirt sleeves； with his gun in a belt holster。
Stepping out； I announced； 〃I've got that same gun under my armpit。〃
〃Okay； Goodwin；〃 the tenor said。 'We'll take care of it。〃
They did。 I may have been a B； but there was no discernible difference between inspection of a B and of an unknown。 In fact； it seemed to me that they were slightly more thorough than they had been on Sunday； which may have been because there were three of us。 They did us one at a time； with me first； then Rackham； then Roeder。 With Roeder they were a little more superficial。 They went over him； but not so enthusiastically； and all they did with the brief case was open it and glance inside and let Roeder himself shut it again。
One change from Sunday was that two of them； not one； acpanied us to the door in the rear wall； and through； across the vestibule； and down the fourteen steps to the first metal door。 The sentinel who opened and let us in was the same pasty…faced bird with a pointed chin…Schwartz。 This time the other sentinel did not stay at the table with his book work。 He was right there with Schwartz； and interested in the callers； especially Rackham。
〃We're a little early；〃 Roeder said； 〃but they sent us on in。〃
〃That's all right；〃 Schwartz rumbled。 〃He's ahead of schedule today。 One didn't e。〃
He went to the big metal door at the other end； pulled it open； and jerked his head。 〃On in。〃
Entering； Roeder took the lead； then Rackham； then me。 Schwartz brought up the rear。 He came in three paces and stood。 Arnold Zeck； from behind his desk； told him； in the cold precise tone that he used for everything； 〃All right； Schwartz。〃
Schwartz left us。 As the door closed I hoped to heaven it was as soundproof as it was supposed to be。
Zeck spoke。 〃The last time you were here； Rackham； you lost control of yourself and you know what happened。〃
Rackham did not reply。 He stood with his hands behind him like a man ready to begin a speech； but his trap stayed shut； and from the expression of his face it was a good guess that his hands； out of sight； were making a tight knot。
〃Sit down；〃 Zeck told him。
Since the seating was an important item of the staging； I had stepped up ahead after we entered and made for the chair farthest front； a little to the left of Zeck's desk and about even with it； and Roeder had taken the one nearest me； to my right。 That left； for Rackham； of the chairs near the desk； the one on the other side； and he went to it。 He was about twelve feet from Zeck； Roeder about the same； and I was slightly closer。
Zeck asked Roeder； 〃Have you had a talk？〃
Roeder shook his head。 〃Since Mr。 Rackham had never met me before； I thought it might be better for you to explain the proposal to him。 Naturally he will want to know exactly how it is to be handled before deciding whether to help with it。〃 He reached to get his brief case from the floor； put it on his lap； and opened it。
〃I think；〃 Zeck said； 〃that you should describe the operation； since you conceived it and will manage it。 But you were right to wait。〃 He turned to Rackham。 〃You remember our last talk some time ago。〃
Rackham said nothing。
〃You remember it？〃 Zeck demanded。 He made it a demand by the faintest possible sharpening of his tone。
〃I remember it；〃 Rackham stated； not much above a whisper。
〃You know the position you took。 Ordinarily that course is not permitted to any man who has been given a place in my organization； and I made an exception of you only because the death of your wife had changed your circumstances。 I thought it better to await an opportunity to take advantage of that change； and now it has e…through Roeder here。 We want your help and we are prepared to insist on getting it。 How do you feel about it？〃
〃I don't know。〃 Rackham licked his lips。 〃I'd have to know more about what you want。〃
Zeck nodded。 〃But first your attitude。 You will need to recognize the existence of mutual interests…yours and mine。〃
Rackham said nothing。
〃Well？〃 The faint sharpening。
〃Damn it； of course I recognize them！〃
〃Good。 Go ahead； Roeder。〃
Roeder had got some papers from his brief case。 One of them fluttered away from him； and I left my chair to retrieve it for him。 I believe he did that on purpose。 I believe he knew that now that the moment had e every nerve and muscle in me was on a hair trigger； and he was giving me an excuse to loosen them up。
〃As I understand it；〃 he said； 〃we're going to give Rackham a cut； and before I tell him about it I wish you'd take a look at this revised list of percentages。 Yours is of course fixed； and I don't like to reduce mine unless it's absolutely unavoidable 。 。 。〃
He had a sheet of paper in his hand。 With his brief case on his lap； and loose papers； it was awkward for him to get up； so I obliged。 I reached； and he handed me the paper； and I had to leave my chair to get it to Zeck。 On my way I took a glance at the paper because I thought it was in character to do that； and if I ever needed my character to stay put for another four seconds I did right then。 When I extended my hand to Zeck I released the paper an instant too soon and it started to drop。 I grabbed at it and missed； and that made me take another step and bend over； which put me in exactly the right position to take him away from there before he could possibly get a toe on one of the buttons under his desk。
Not wanting to knock his chair over； I used my left knee to push him back； chair and all； my right knee to land on his thighs and keep him there； and my hands for his throat。 There was only one thing in my mind at that precise instant； the i