The Jugger by Richard Stark

pocket, took off his cowboy hat, wiped his forehead and the sweatband with the handkerchief, and put hat and handkerchief back where he'd got them. Out of his inside coat pocket he pulled a cigar and made a long ceremony out of unwrapping it and getting it ready to smoke. He didn't look at Parker at all.
     
    Parker turned and went on into the hotel. It was a small building, only four stories high, but spread out in a rambling manner, and with a lobby far too broad and long for the rest of the place. Green leather sofas were scattered here and there over the dark orange carpeting in the lobby, and at the far end one lone man stood like a joke behind the broad sweep of desk.
     
    Parker went upstairs, and Captain Younger stayed on plant out in front of the hotel.
     
    Then, everywhere else Parker went, it kept coming back to Captain Younger, and it wound up in Joe Sheer's house, the two of them face to face, Parker and Captain Younger, and Parker still didn't know a damn thing.
     
    Except he had trouble.
     
     
     

PART TWO
     
ONE
     
    DR. RAYBORN was a poor liar, but a good doctor. He didn't ask any questions, either of Captain Younger or Parker, but went right to work on Parker's face. He cleaned the bruises with cotton, and put a stinging ointment on a couple of the worst places, and then sprayed something on the side of his face out of a pressurized can. The spray was freezing cold at first, but it cut through the pain and gradually numbed the side of Parker's face like Novocain.
     
    All through it, nobody talked. Younger watched Parker and Parker watched the doctor, and the doctor watched his own hands. He wouldn't meet anybody's eye. Through his efficiency, nervousness glittered, like the sky seen through an intermittent overcast.
     
    When at last he was finished and putting his tools back in his black bag, Younger said to him, 'This is just between us fellas, Larry.'
     
    Not looking up from his bag, the doctor said, 'This is the end, Abner, the last straw. No more. Don't call me again.'
     
    '
I
didn't do that to him,' Younger said. 'He fell downstairs. Isn't that right, Willis?'
     
    Parker didn't say anything.
     
    Dr. Rayborn said, 'He didn't get that from falling downstairs. Don't lie to me, Abner, I'm not a fool.'
     
    'Well, I say
I
didn't do it. God damn it, Willis, did I lay a hand on you?'
     
    Still Parker didn't say anything. Face expressionless, he watched the two of them. Sooner or later he'd want another private talk with Dr. Rayborn, the weak link.
     
    The doctor was saying, 'I don't care about the details, Abner. I don't want to know about them. I didn't want to know about—'
     
    'Shut your mouth!'
     
    The doctor was suddenly twice as nervous. He shut his bag with a loud click, and his eyes kept darting over to look at Parker. Parker watched him with flat expressionless eyes.
     
    Younger said, 'You're gonna get yourself in trouble.' He pointed a finger at the doctor and jabbed the finger in air. 'You're gonna get
everybody
in trouble. Now, you just watch yourself.'
     
    'I'm sorry. I—'
     
    'You just won't quit talking, will you? Go on home, Larry, I'll call you later on.'
     
    'All right.' He picked up his bag and stood there looking nervous and agitated. 'Abner,' he said, 'I don't want any more. This is the last time.'
     
    'I'll call you later.'
     
    'I mean it, Abner.'
     
    'I said I'll call you later.'
     
    Rayborn still hesitated a few seconds longer and then finally gave a weak man's shrug and turned away and went on out the front door. He closed it behind himself, and in the silence that followed, Younger puffed out a blue Disney cloud of cigar smoke and said, 'That man is a weak sister. Nothing but a weak sister.'
     
    Parker swivelled his eyes without moving his head. He watched Younger, and waited to see what would happen next. His face felt strange, the left side dead and numb.
     
    Captain Younger sighed massively and got to his feet. The cigar was in his left hand, the gun in