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transport your hundred thousand right back here and tomorrow morning we will be in business." He
looked at Heller apologetically. "It won't make any huge fortune at first. But the exchange
profits will pay all our monthly expenses and we can get down to serious moneymaking when we have
these few essentials completed."
I thought, what a con artist!
Heller and Bang-Bang and Izzy went down and, despite rush hour and parking jams, there was
the armored truck. They got in and it roared away.
A few minutes later, Heller took the hundred thousand out of his safe at the Gracious Palms.
Izzy put it in a sack and away he and the armored truck went. Again, no receipt.
In the lobby, Bang-Bang said, "Hey, who am I working forтАФTahiti or Delaware? I forgot. Jesus,
I never seen such office setups in my life. And in the Empire State Building! We're big time, kid.
Do I wear a tuxedo or a general's uniform?"
Vantagio came out. "Where's the bodies?"
"Jesus, Vantagio," said Bang-Bang. "You ought to see this kid's offices!"
"What offices?"
"Half a whole God (bleeped) floor of the Empire State Building!" said Bang-Bang.
Vantagio looked at Heller. "You got to keep Bang-Bang off the booze. He's getting the DTs. I
came out to tell you Mike called and said your cab would be ready tomorrow. You better go over and
get it, Bang-Bang."
"Can't," said Bang-Bang. "It's not Saturday night."
"Hey, what's this Saturday night?" said Heller.
"That's when the Civic Betterment League meets," said Vantagio. "All the top officials of the
city. So there's not much of anything checked up on at that time. Bang-Bang, being on parole,
wouldn't risk much if he was out of town a few hours."
"You mean everybody meets?" said Heller.
"Yeah, the heads of police and the mayor and so on. It's a bad thing for us, too. Faustino
Narcotici presides and he hands out all the Mafia payoff dough at that time. It's worse on the
first Saturday night of the monthтАФ the governor and state officials are there, too."
"Well, if it isn't Saturday night, I'll go over and get the cab myself," said Heller.
"Hell, no, you can't do that!" said Vantagio. "Don't you know nobody under eighteen is
permitted to drive at all in New York City? That's why you got to have a driver. I'll send one of
the boys over for it. But what's this about the Empire State Building?"
"Just a little sideline that came up," said Heller.
Possibly it was the way Heller said it. Too casual. But a little stirring of alarm began to
rise. Suppose Izzy didn't steal his money?
In college, two cars, the Geological Survey and now this strange new development of the
Empire State Building ... My wits simply would not mesh! Only one thing was loud: Heller was up to
no good.
And I had not had the slightest word from the New York office concerning agents Raht and
Terb. Heller had to be stopped! I couldn't figure out what he was doing but it had to be stopped
anyway. The man was a howling menace! A private office with a view of all lower Manhattan indeed!

Chapter 3

Keeping the hours I kept due to time differences between New York and Turkey, I had fallen
into the necessity of sleeping all morning. I was furious to find that old (bleepard) Karagoz
standing beside my bed bowing and muttering. I stared at my watch. It was only eleven! I glared at
him.
"Two men in yard, Sultan Bey." He waved his hands helplessly. "They come in. They sit down on
bench. They refuse to go away."