5: Reconstruction Piece
CALLAGHAN sat down on the running-board of a Cadillac car that was parked in the shadows at the north end of The Dene. His guts were aching dully. He wanted a drink. He said:
"Stay here, Windy, I shan't be long."
As he got up he felt in his jacket pocket and produced the passport and the few visiting cards, held together by a rubber band, that Nikolls had taken off the Cuban.
"You're sure there wasn't anything else on him?" he asked.
Nikolls shook his head.
"Not a goddam thing besides," he said. "Not even any dough. That seems damn' funny to me."
Callaghan said: "It doesn't make sense. D'Ianazzi is not the sort of bird to be running a big game like this without money on him. I bet he's wearing a belt next his skin. Go back and have a look. Then wait for me he
