about Mize. His dad had been delirious about baseball.
Mrs. Vanderwelle had come upstairs with a message for the old man. She sat down at the table and Holden looked at the bow in her hair. He still couldnât decide whether she was pretty or not. She had a cup of coffee while Phipps signed a few documents with a leaky ballpoint pen. His signature covered half the page.
âAre you enjoying yourself, Mr. Holden?â she asked.
âYes. I like the decor. And the service.â
âThen you ought to come again.â She got up, took the documents from Phipps, and walked to the elevator. Holden watched her rump. It was an enigma. Heâd never met a woman he was so undecided about.
âI donât like the way you look at her, Holden,â Phipps said. âSheâs off-limits.â
âI apologize,â Holden said. âItâs just that I canât picture her as the head of a foundation. And if sheâs your personal lawyer, she must have an awful lot on her mind. Does she do criminal work? If youâre going to become a bandit at ninety-two, youâll need a top attorney.â
âSheâs off-limits, I said.â
âWhy?â
âSheâs my daughter, Holden ⦠but she doesnât know that.â
âGive me a clearer picture,â Holden said.
âThatâs clear enough.â
âThen Iâll say good-bye. The breakfast was grand. Itâs the first time I had an omelette with grapes.â
âI had a fling with her mother,â Phipps said. âThe girl was born. I had no intention of marrying the woman. She sued. We settled out of court. It was a substantial sum.â
âAnd you found a husband for her?â
âNo. She did that on her own.â
âAnd Gloria thinks the other guy is her dad?â
âNow you have it. Will you work for me or not?â
âI have a couple of problems. Youâre a little crazy and Iâd prefer not to go to the slammer. But what the hell. Iâll tag along ⦠on two conditions. I want to be president of Aladdin Furs, the chief officer, with voting privileges.â
âAnd what does that make me?â
âHow should I know? Find yourself a title. Chairman of the board ⦠you can be the main wizard.â
âAll right. Gloria will have to prepare the papers. And what else?â
âI want the exact location of where the district attorney is hiding my fiancée.â
âYouâll get it.â
âWhen?â Holden asked.
âSoon.â
âThen soon is when I start.â
The old man smiled, and Holden didnât like the length of that grin.
Phipps removed a piece of paper from his cardigan and unfolded it for Sidney Holden, who discovered a single word.
Elsinore
âElsinore? And no address? What is Elsinore?â
âA nursing home in Queens.â
âOh, heâs a smart monkey, that Paul. He hides her ⦠and sheâs ten minutes from his door. What if he finds out where I got this bit of news?â
âI could break Abruzzi before you finish your omelette.â
âThen why the hell do you need me?â
âI told you,â Phipps said. âIâm not getting into the life all alone.â
âForgive me if Iâm nosy, but what are you going to find when you get there?â
âFun,â the old man said. âI have no appetite. Iâm too old to be with women. Oh, the doctors could fix me up with some kind of clay prick. But the desire isnât there.â
âSo youâll go slumming. A life of crime. Itâs not as romantic as you think.â
âI was a bootlegger once,â Phipps said. âBelieve me, it wasnât romantic. Then I moved molasses and tea. And when I was fifty-five, I started this foundation. Call it whatever you want, the robber baron makes good. But it was only one more empire, Holden, one more power link. The more people I helped, the