But a horse is a horse of course. About 1/4 mile from Joe's I saw a bum asleep in the grass on the edge of Windsor Park. We got off the horse, and I tied the bridle to the bums left tennis shoe. I wouldn't have minded being there in the morning when he woke up,just for grins, but I had ground to cover. We found a flea bag hotel nearby. This place had so many misfits shacking up there it was called The John Smith Arms . Baby had been around the world; she could make love in 9 different languages. We had just completed French, and were half way into Spanish, when I had to Finnish. I kissed her for luck, and caught a cab in front of the motel. "Take me to..."

"Yeah, I know," said the Cabby," 312 Wiltshire Dr. Apartment 666." I hid my surprise by reaching for a Lucky Strike, then remembered I'd quit smoking in 1980. The cabby twisted in the seat, extending a red pack in my direction." Pall Mall ok?" I took two. One for the road.He lit the other. "Thanks" I said"...Fongoul pay you?"

"Right. No charge. You must have more horsepower than it looks like," he smiled. We headed down Conciega, close enough to see the waves smashing the pier on Palomino Beach. I had the cigarette- I guessed that the blindfold was next. We pulled up in the circular drive of a very posh adobe apartment building. I got out and ground the butt in the hot asphalt. I felt for the revolver. Damn. Left it on the nightstand. " That's alright" said the cabby, and slapped a Beretta in my fist."I was a friend of Danny's." He drove off as I stashed the heat in my waistband. I turned toward the front door. It was solid walnut, and it was shaped just like a coffin lid.