James Hadley Chase - Tiger by the Tail

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Tiger by the Tail
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James Hadley Chase
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1977
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PART ONE

CHAPTER I

A TALL slim blonde in a white summer frock, walking just ahead of him, caught Ken Holland's eye. He studied her, watching her gentle undulations as she walked. He quickly shifted his eyes. He hadn't looked at a woman like this since he had first met Ann.

What's the matter with me? he asked himself. I'm getting as bad as Parker.

He looked again at the blonde. An evening out with her, he thought, would be sensational.

What the eye doesn't see, Parker was always saying, the heart doesn't grieve about. That was true. Ann would never know. After all', other married men did it. Why shouldn't he?

But when the girl crossed the road and he lost sight of her, he jerked his mind back with an effort to the letter he had received that morning from Ann.

She had been away now for five weeks, and she wrote to say her mother was no better, and she had no idea when she was coming back.

Why did her mother have to live miles away from anywhere and be so cussedly independent ? Ken asked himself as he walked briskly towards the bank. No one over seventy should be allowed to live alone. When they got ill, their long-suffering daughters had to go and look after them, and their still more long-suffering sons-in-law had to fend for themselves.

Five weeks was too long, and Ken was sick of looking after himself; sicker still of being without Ann.

He ran down the steps leading to the staff cloakroom where he found Parker adjusting his tie in the mirror over the toilet basins.

"Hello," Parker said, grinning. "How's the bachelor this morning? When's Ann coming home?"

"I wish I knew," Ken said, washing his hands. "The old girl's still bad. Ann doesn't know when she'll get away."

Parker sighed.

"I wish to heck my wife would take a month off. I haven't had her out of my hair for fourteen years." He inspected his chin in the mirror. "You're a damn lucky guy, but you don't seem to know it. Why you haven't painted the town red beats me. I don't know; some guys don't know what they're here for."

"Oh, shut up!" Ken growled. He was sick of Parker's continual jibes. Ever since Ann went away, Parker had been on at him to kick over the traces. Not a day passed but Parker was nagging at him to have a night out.

Parker was forty-five, inclined to fat and going bald. He was always resurrecting the past, remembering what a rake he had been, and how all women had found him irresistible, and still found him irresistible for that matter.

"You're edgy," Parker said, looking intently at Ken. "And I don't blame you. You want to let off a little steam. I was talking to old Hemmingway on the way up. He says you can't do better than have a night out at the Cigale. Haven't been myself, worse luck, but he goes regularly, and he was telling me it's the spot. It sounds swell: good food, cheap drinks and plenty of willing wantons. It'd do you a power of good. A change of women now and then is good for us all."

"You go ahead and change women," Ken snapped. "I'm satisfied with what I've got."

But during the morning he became aware of an increasing restlessness: something he had been experiencing in a milder degree for the past week. Ever since he had married he had looked forward to going home opening the front door and seeing with a sense of satisfied pleasure Ann appear to greet him. But these past five weeks had changed all that: the thought of returning each evening to the empty bungalow irritated him now.

His mind shifted to the conversation he had had with Parker. The Cigale.

He had seen the nightclub several times from the outside. It was down a side turning off Main Street: a gaudy place, decorated with neon lights and chromium. He recollected the glossy pictures of show girls that he had glanced at as he had passed.

It was not a place for a respectably married bank official to go to. As he closed his till before going to lunch, he decided firmly against the Cigale. He would go home as usual and be bored.

He went down to the cloakroom for his hat.

Parker was washing his hands, as Ken came in.

"There you are," Parker said, reaching for a towel. "Well, have you made up your mind what you are going to do tonight? What's it going to be - wine, women and song or just a nice, friendly woman?"

"I'm going home. The lawn wants cutting."

Parker grimaced.

"Hell! You must be in a worse rut than I am. Imagine cutting the lawn when the wife's away! Seriously, Holland, you have a duty to yourself. What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve about. It may be your last chance before you get old and useless."

"Oh dry up!" Ken exclaimed, exasperated. "The trouble with you is that you've never grown up."

"Thank the Lord I haven't." Parker said. "When my idea of fun is cutting the goddam lawn, I'll know it's time I was buried."

Ken left him, still talking, and climbed the steps that led to the staff exit.

Parker's continual suggestions irritated him, and he was frowning as he walked along the hot sidewalk to the restaurant where he always took his meals.

He was thinking: of course he's right. I am in a rut. I've been in a rut ever since I married. I don't suppose I'll get another chance to kick the can around. Ann won't leave me again: anyway, not for years. But do I want to kick the can around? If only I knew when Ann was coming back. This might go on for weeks.

It may be your last chance before you get old and useless, Parker had said. That was true. Ann would never know. Why not have a night out tonight? Why not?

He suddenly felt excited and reckless. He would do it! It would probably turn out to be a flop, but anything was better than returning to the empty bungalow.

He would go to the Cigale and have a couple of drinks. Maybe some blonde would be willing to share his company without making any complications.

That's it, he said to himself, as he walked on towards the restaurant; a final night out; a swan song.

The afternoon dragged for Ken. For the first time since he could remember, his work bored him and he caught himself continually looking at the wall clock.

The stale, baked air coming in from the street, the roar of the traffic and the hot, sweating faces of his customers irritated him.

"A perfect evening to cut a lawn," Parker said with a grin as the messenger closed the doors of the bank. "You'll sweat like a horse."

Ken didn't say anything. He began to check his cash.

"You want to get organized, Holland," Parker went on. "There are plenty of able-bodied men who'll cut your lawn while you go out and enjoy yourself."

"Skip it, will you?" Ken said shortly. "You're not even being funny."

Parker eyed him thoughtfully, sighed and shook his head.

"You poor guy! You don't know what you're missing."

They worked in silence until both had checked their cash, then Parker said, "If you've brought your car, you can drive me home."

Parker lived in a road next to Ken's; and although Ken didn't want any more of his company, he couldn't refuse.

"Okay," he said, gathering up his cash-box and books. "Make it snappy. I've had about enough of this place for today."

As they drove through the heavy traffic, Parker glanced at the evening papers and gave out the more interesting items of news.

Ken scarcely listened.

Away from the bank now, and heading for home, his natural caution reasserted itself.

He would cut the lawn, he told himself, and he would spend the rest of the evening at home. He must have been nuts even to contemplate having a night out. If he slipped up, was seen or got himself into a mess, he might not only ruin his marriage, but he might end his career.

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