day； some big…shot lawyer from New York。
He gave old Ullman four different shades of holy hell。 I'll sue this an I'll sue
that an when I'm through you won't even be able to find a clean pair of
underwear； stuff like that。 But Ullman's good； the sucker。 Ullman got him
quieted down。 Probably asked that bigshot how he'd like to see his wife splashed
all over the New York papers： Wife of Prominent New York Blah Blah Found Dead
With Bellyful of Sleeping Pills。 After playing hide…the…salami with a kid young
enough to be her grandson。
〃The state cops found the Porsche in the back of this allnight burger joint
down in Lyons； and Ullman pulled a few strings to get it released to that
lawyer。 Then both of them ganged up on old Archer Houghton； which is the county
coroner； and got him to change the verdict to accidental death。 Heart attack。
Now ole Archer's driving a Chrysler。 I don't begrudge him。 A man's got to take
it where he finds it； especially when he starts gettin along in years。〃
Out came the bandanna。 Honk。 Peek。 Out of sight。
〃So what happens？ About a week later this stupid cunt of a chambermaid；
Delores Vickery by name； she gives out with a helluva shriek while she's makin
up the room where those two stayed； and she faints dead away。 When she es to
she says she seen the dead woman in the bathroom； layin naked in the tub。 'Her
face was all purple an puffy。' she says； 'an she was grinnin at me。' So Ullman
gave her two weeks' worth of walking papers and told her to get lost。 I figure
there's maybe forty…fifty people died in this hotel since my grandfather opened
it for business in 1910。〃
He looked shrewdly at Jac