“Mr. Menzies, it’s Jeff, at the front door. A gentleman is here with your car.”

“Yes, Jeff; tell him I’ll meet him in the garage.”

“Yes, sir.”

Menzies rode the elevator down to the basement, where the salesman went through all the Mercedes’s features and controls. He wanted badly to drive the car, but that would have to wait until his driver’s license had been issued. He did not wish to allow even the possibility of a brush with the law. He thanked the man and returned to his apartment.

He rang Jeff on the house phone. “There will be some parcels delivered later today,” he told the doorman. “Things I bought earlier in the week.”

“Of course, sir; I’ll bring them right up when they arrive. And how is Mrs. Menzies doing?”

“I’m afraid she has had a stroke,” he replied. “I’m very concerned about her, and I’ll be leaving in just a few minutes to be with her.”

“I’ll remember her in my prayers,” Jeff said.

“You do that, Jeff,” Menzies replied. He hung up the phone with a smile on his face.

27

DINO WALKED AROUND THE MERCEDES, considering it carefully. “Jesus, it’s a sinister-looking thing, isn’t it?”

“The only exterior differences from the standard E Class are the side moldings and the front air dam,” Stone replied, opening the car door. “And the black, rear-seat glass. Of course, under the hood it’s a whole new ball game.”

“Let me drive,” Dino said.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Stone said. “You always drive as if you’ve just stolen the car; the only way you’ll ever get your hands on this car is on a track, if you want to go to that much trouble.”

“You’re a real pain in the ass, Stone,” Dino said, sliding into the passenger seat. “You know that?”

“I know,” Stone said. “I’ll get us to the Brooklyn Bridge, and you’ll have to direct me after that. I’ve never been farther into Brooklyn than the River Café.”

“And that’s not very far,” Dino said. “Drive. I’ll watch our ass; I don’t want anybody tailing us to the Bianchi place.”

Stone pulled away from Dino’s apartment house. “This is going to be an interesting dinner,” he said. “I’ve never met your father-in-law.”

“You’re a lucky man,” Dino said. “He’s a poisonous old son of a bitch. Don’t let him offer you any work; he’ll own you before you know it. He’s never let me forget how we got the apartment.”

“How old a man is he?”