Peter Rabe - Benny Muscles In

The car leaned hard into the curve and before it had a chance to right itself came to a rocking stop.

Benny Tapkow sat back in his seat Im not telling you again, he said. He had a quiet voice. Next time like that and youre through.

You said to make time, the driver said. All I was trying-

Try to shut up. I said drive fast. I didnt say stop fast.

The driver didnt give an answer because he wasnt expected to have one.

Benny swung the car door open and jumped to the sidewalk. With a careful movement he gave his hat a small adjustment, feeling along the high crown and the wide brim. It was a big hat and he wore it square over his ears and forehead, as if wearing it were a feat of balance.

Then he walked down the street When Benny Tapkow moved, it was like a tight spring moving, as if there were a lot of power that had to be used up.

He walked past a couple of stores and turned into a place that said, While U Wait. He walked past the shoeshine boy, the man who blocked hats behind the counter, and then around the steam press in the back. Nobody said anything. They listened to the sharp click of his heels and watched him disappear through the door in the back.

It was a crumby office. The roll-top desk was stuffed with junk and there were blocking forms and bottles of cleaning fluid all over the floor.

Hi, Louie. Benny let the door slam shut and stopped by the desk. You got it?

Sure. Louie gave himself a tired push and got up. He was flabby and short. Benny could look him straight in the face without looking up. He couldnt do that with many people.

This way, Louie said. He led the way through another door and into a room with a safe, two tables, and a dozen telephones. Youre kinda early. Louie wheezed and let himself down on one knee in front of the safe. Paddy never used to get here till late. Louie dialed the combination.

Paddy isnt running this territory any more. Benny sat down on one of the tables. He lit a cigarette and watched the smoke.

I know, Louie said. I was just saying. Paddy always-

Come on, come on. Forget about Paddy and get the dough.

Louie got the safe open and brought a cashbox to the table. Kind of in a hurry, huh?

Open the box and lets have the receipt book.

Here. Wanna count the cash?

Youre damn right Im going to count the cash.

Benny opened the small ledger and looked at the weeks entries. Then he got off the table, put his hands in his pockets, and walked up close to Louie. It says five-ten from numbers and eight hundred from protection.

Louie took a small step backward, looking confused. Sure, about the same as always.

What did I tell you last week, Louie?

You mean about raising the take?

About raising the take.

Louie frowned and ran a hand through his thin hair. His scalp showed white between the black strands. Christ, Benny, I thought you were kiddin. How am I gonna double the take? All the time Paddy was here-

Forget Paddy! I got the territory now and I set the quota. Why do you think I got the job? Why do you think I run myself ragged doing flunky errands and doing my own collecting? To get you guys on the ball!

But, Benny-

Shut up. I want a thousand from the numbers and sixteen hundred from the rest. Louie stepped back.

Im waiting, Louie. Bennys voice was short and matter-of-fact.

Look, Benny, lets be serious. How can I double-

Get your runners on the ball. If that doesnt do it take it out of your percentage. I told you last week and thats all the telling Im going to do. Now pay up.

Louie threw his hands up and rubbed them over his face with an angry gesture. For chrissakes! You out your mind or something? You think you can walk in here and give me a crazy quota just like that and think everybodys gonna jump? You think you can-

Youre damn right I can.

Louie gave a little gasp, as if he wasnt sure he had heard right Then he changed his tack. Does Pendleton know about this?

Youre dealing with me, not Pendleton.

Im asking a question, Louie screeched. I wanna know if the boss knows about this deal youre pulling with me!

Bennys hand came out fast and hooked into the shirt under Louies neck. Whom are you calling a crook, you bastard?

Louies face was getting mottled. You crazy runt, he said.

Benny pulled the man close with a sudden jerk. Whom are you calling a runt? he said, and suddenly there was his other hand. It whipped across Louies swollen face, the hard knuckles making a sound like stone where they hit Then he let go of the shirt and Louie stumbled to the floor.

Benny paid no attention. He had turned back to the table and was counting the money in the cashbox. Once he nodded to the man on the floor and told him to get up. The rest of the cash, he said. Im in a hurry. Then he finished counting.

When he was through he lit another cigarette and watched Louie rummage in the safe. Count it out on the table, he said, and he watched how Louies hands were shaking. Add it in the book. He put the money into the box, signed the receipt book, and handed it to Louie. See you next week. Benny left with the box under his arm.

That night he carried a leather satchel through a door marked Imports, Inc., Alfred B. Kent, Pres. and threw the case on a desk where a thin guy in a pin-stripe suit was tapping an adding machine. Then he sat down by the water cooler and waited. Twenty minutes later the thin guy looked up and said, Hey, Benny.

Yeah?

Listen, kid, I went through this twice. Everything comes out double.

Thats right. Gimme my receipt.

The guy looked puzzled. He checked his tape again and turned to Benny. Listen, kid. Its double.

Benny got up and went to the desk. Its double because I collected double. Im reorganizing the territory.

You-you what?

Benny didnt answer. He stuck his hand out and waved it impatiently. Come on, come on. Lets have that receipt.

Now, wait. The guy looked at the tape again. Now, wait just a second. You mean this is from Paddys old district?

Not Paddys. Mine. Im collecting double. You hard of hearing, Jack?

Hell, no. When did this come off? Pendleton never said a word about it. He was here around noon, just for a minute or so, but he never-

Pendleton doesnt know yet. This is the first collection under the new rule.

New rule? Whos making this new rule and I dont know a thing about it?

Im making the rule. Pendleton gave me the territory and Im making the rule. So lets have the receipt, huh, Jack?

Jack leaned back in his swivel chair and looked up at Benny without saying a word. Then he swung forward, picked up the phone, and dialed. Just wait a sec, will ya? Before I can-Hello? This is Imports. That you, Turk? Listen, lemme talk to Pendleton Yeah, its kinda important. Lemme talk-Well, you know Paddys old territory; what was Paddys. This kid Tapkow has it and he just checks in with the receipts all double How the hell do I know? He just made a new rule, he says Yeah, Ill hang on. Jack looked up from the phone and nodded toward a chair by the desk. Just park it for a sec, will ya, kid? Turk is talking to the boss.

Benny bit his lip and waited. He wasnt impatient any more, just nervous. This thing was out of his hands now.

At times like this he didnt feel right. He needed his hands in things, and he rarely did anything that wasnt big; big as far as he was concerned. All that concerned him was Benny Tapkow going to the top, no matter what.

He stood by the desk, a nervous tingling in his hands. They were narrow and slim. They didnt show half their strength. Except for the tendons on the back, like wires.

Fine, Jack was saying. Fine. So long, Turk.

Jack put the receiver down and started to scribble on a pad. He tore the leaf off and gave it to Benny. Heres your receipt, kid. Boss says to give you the receipt.