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  More Deadly Than the Male

  James Hadley Chase

  George Fraser is a lonely man, and a bored man. But he has exciting dreams. In his dreams, he lives in a thrilling world of gangsters, guns, fast cars and beautiful women. And of course, in his dreams, he is the toughest gangster of them all. George Fraser prefers his dream world to his real, ordinary life so he begins to boast about it, pretending that he is, in fact, a hardened and ruthless gangster. But George Fraser boasts to the wrong people and suddenly his dream world becomes all too real.

  James Hadley Chase as Ambrose Grant

  MORE DEADLY THAN THE MALE

  1

  They were all there — Capone, Dillinger, Nelson, Karpis and Charlie Lucky. The table at which they sat was littered with poker chips, playing cards, whisky bottles and glasses. A green shaded lamp hung low over the table; its harsh light fell on their faces, while the rest of the room remained dark and shadowy.

  Several men, almost invisible in the gloom and haze o f tobacco smoke, lounged behind the group at the table. They were small men, with eyes like wet stones, swarthy complexions and granite faces.

  The group at the table and the men in the shadows suddenly stiffened when George Fraser walked into the room. He stood a few feet from the table, his hands in his coat pockets, his jaw thrust forward and his eyes threatening and cold.

  No one spoke; no one moved.

  “If any of you guys wants to start something,” George Fraser said, after along pause, “I’ll take care of his widow.”

  Very slowly, very cautiously, Capone laid his cards down on the table. “Hello, George,” he said in a husky whisper.

  George Fraser eyed him coldly. There were few men who would have had the nerve to walk alone into that back room and face five of the biggest and most dangerous bosses in the booze racket, but George Fraser was without nerves.

  “It’s time we had a little talk,” he said, biting off each word. “You guys have been running this show too long. You’re through— the lot of you. From now on, I’m taking over this territory, and I’m running it my way.”

  There followed another long pause, then Dillinger, his eyes glowing and his face white with rage, snarled, “Who said?”

  George Fraser smiled. “I said,” he returned, in his clipped, cold voice.

  Dillinger made a growling noise deep in his throat and his hand flashed to his hip pocket.

  Capone, sitting next to him, grabbed frantically at his wrist. His fat face was blue-white with fear. “Do you want to commit suicide?” he yelled. “You don’t stand a chance with Fraser!”

  Dillinger, swearing under his breath, tried to break Capone’s grip, and the table rocked as the two men wrestled. A bottle of whisky toppled and smashed to pieces on the floor.

  “Let him alone, Al,” George Fraser called. “If he wants to play it that way, you’d better give him some air.”

  Capone shot a terrified look at George Fraser. The pale, set face and the eyes that were now like chips o f ice completely unnerved him. He nearly fell over himself to get away from Dillinger.

  “Look out!” he cried. “He’s going to shoot!”

  The other three at the table kicked their chairs away and jumped clear, while some of the men who had been standing in the shadows threw themselves on the floor.

  Dillinger, alone at the table, sat motionless, glaring at George Fraser.

  “Okay, Johnny,” George Fraser said mockingly, “go for your gun. What are you waiting for?”

  Dillinger rose slowly to his feet. He swept his chair out of the way and crouched.

  “Bet you a hundred bucks I can put five slugs in your pumper before your rod shows,” George Fraser said, letting his hands hang loosely at his sides.

  Dillinger cursed him, and then his arm moved with the speed of a striking snake. A heavy, snub-nosed automatic jumped as if by magic into George Fraser’s hand. The room rocked with the sound of gunfire.

  Dillinger, his eyes wide and sightless, crashed to the floor and rolled over on his back.

  “Take a look at him, Charlie,” George Fraser said, his eyes on the group of men huddled against the wall.

  Charlie Lucky, after a moment’s hesitation, reached forward, pulled Dillinger’s coat back and ripped open his shirt.

  “Five slugs, “he said, his voice cracking; “all in the same spot.”

  “Good morning, Mr George,” Ella said, putting a cup of watery tea on the bamboo table by the bed. “Did I wake you?”

  “Hmm?” George Fraser asked. He looked up with blank astonishment at Ella in her frowsy blue uniform and her ridiculous cap perched on the top of her mouse-coloured hair. “Good Lord! You gave me quite a turn. I didn’t hear you come in. I must’ve been dozing…”

  “It’s ever such a lovely morning,” Ella went on, crossing the drab little room, and pulling up the blind. “The sun’s shining and there ain’t a cloud in the sky.”

  George Fraser closed his eyes against the bright sunlight that streamed through the grimy window pane. The image he had been creating of himself as “Machine-gun Fraser", millionaire gangster, still gripped his imagination, and Ella’s unexpected intrusion fuddled him.

  “Shall I tidy up a hit?” Ella asked, her plain, shiny little face resigned as she surveyed the disordered room. “Coo, Mr George! Your socks are in the coal-scuttle.”

  George Fraser sighed. It was no good. He would have to leave the back room, the smell of cordite, the terrified faces of Capone, Nelson, Karpis and Charlie Lucky until later. He could always pick up his fantasy when Ella had gone.

  “Oh, all right,” he said, pushing the blankets from his shoulders and sitting up. “Only don’t make too much noise. I’ve got a bit of a head this morning.”

  Ella looked at him hopefully. “Did you have any adventures last night?” she asked as she busied herself about the room.

  George resisted the temptation to give her a fictitious account of his evening He did not feel quite up to it this morning, and after the story he had told her the day before, which had been his best effort to date, he did not think it wise to risk an anticlimax.

  “I can’t tell you yet,” he said. “A little later perhaps; but it’s too secret right now.”

  Ella’s face fell. She was thin, sharp-featured, wistful — a typical product of the East End slums. For three years she had been the general help at this boarding-house Off the Edgware Road. Most mornings, providing he hadn’t a hangover, George would keep her entranced with lurid tales of G-men, gangsters and their molls. He assured her that, when he lived in the States, he had known them all. At one time he had worked with Frank Kelly, the hank robber; at another time he had been the bodyguard of Toni Scarletti, the booze racketeer. His name was known and feared by all the big shots of the underworld, and he had experienced enough adventures to fill a dozen books.

  These stories which George recounted so glibly were the figments of his extraordinary imagination. He had never been to America, let alone seen a gangster; but, being an avid reader of the lurid American pulp magazines, and having seen every gangster film ever made, he had acquired a remarkable knowledge of American crime. The gunmen as depicted by such magazines as Front-Page Detective and True Confessions completely obsessed him.

  Like so many other men and women who live in a secret world of their own, George suffered from an acute inferiority complex. He had always lacked confidence in himself, and believed that whatever he planned to do was hound to end in failure.

  This inferiority complex was the direct result of the treatment he had received in his early childhood from his parents. His birth had been an “accident", and his parents, music-hall artists by profession, had no place for a child in their rat
her selfish, extremely mobile lives. They regarded him as a calamity, and had made no attempt to conceal the fact from him. He was always the last to be considered, his babyhood was loveless, and at the earliest possible moment he was handed over to an elderly couple who had reluctantly taken on the role of foster parents in return for the much-needed addition to their meagre income. They were too old to be bothered with a small child, and it was not long before George realized that they considered him to be an unnecessary burden to them.

  It says much for George’s character that this unhappy, unwanted existence did not entirely affect his nature, but it certainly made him extremely shy and unnaturally sensitive. Because of his shyness he had a wretched time at school. As he grew older he became more reserved and repressed. He made no friends, and consequently had no outlet for his thoughts and desires. It was not surprising, then, that he became an introvert: as an antidote against loneliness and as a bolster to his drooping ego, he filled his mind with stories of adventure and violence, imagining himself as the hero of whatever story he happened to be reading. When he was at school he imagined himself as Bulldog Drummond; later, he saw himself as Jack Dempsey, and now, at the age of twenty-seven, he pictured himself as the all-powerful gang leader, amassing millions of dollars, terrorizing other mobs, racing the streets in a black armoured car, and being the idol of dazzling, beautifully dressed blondes.

  For some time George Fraser had been content to live, in his mind, this role of a gangster; but these mental pictures became so vivid and exciting that he could no longer keep them to himself. Cautiously he tried them out on Ella, and was gratified to find that he had an immediately enthralled audience.

  Ella had previously regarded George as just another boarder who seldom got up before eleven o’clock, and who expected a cup of tea just when she was occupied in making beds. But when George casually mentioned that he had lived in Chicago and had rubbed shoulders with most of the notorious Public Enemies, Ella was instantly intrigued. She went regularly to her local cinema, and was well acquainted with the savagery of American gangsters. Now here was someone, it seemed, who had actually met these men in the flesh, who had fought with and against them, and whose experiences were much more exciting and fantastic than the most exciting and fantastic film.

  Ella was profoundly impressed. Not that George Fraser was impressive to look at. He had a tall, beefy, ungainly figure. His complexion was sallow and his eyes were big, blue and rather sad. In spite of his size, he could not entirely hide his timidity and shyness. If someone spoke to him suddenly he would change colour and become flustered, looking anywhere but at the person addressing him. His landlady, Mrs Rhodes, terrified him, and whenever he ran into her he would talk complete nonsense while endeavouring to escape, leaving her staring after him, completely bewildered.

  In spite of his manner, the stories he had to tell fascinated Ella.

  Not for a moment did it cross her mind that George was deceiving her. When he told her that he had been forced to leave the States in a hurry and that even now, if a certain mob knew where he was, they would come after him, she spent restless nights in fear for him. She must not, he had warned her, tell anyone of his past. He was, he explained, doing important and secret work, and his life would be in danger if anyone so much as suspected what his activities were.

  All this was so much nonsense. In actual fact, up to four months ago George Fraser had been a hank clerk. He had been with the bank for ten years, and he would have been quite satisfied to remain a bank clerk for the rest of his days, but it did not turn out that way. One evening he had wandered into a pub—he was always wandering into pubs—a few minutes before closing time. There he met a flashily dressed individual who had, rather obviously, been in the pub since it had opened. This individual proposed to do George a good turn. Lowering his voice, he conveyed to George the name of a horse that was certain to win the next day’s two o’clock handicap.

  Now, George was no gambler, nor was he interested in horseracing, but he was flattered that his companion had mistaken him for a sportsman. He decided to have a flutter.

  The horse finished a length ahead of the field, and George received twenty pounds from a disgruntled bookmaker. He immediately jumped to the conclusion that he could make his fortune by hacking horses. Before long he was in debt, and in desperation he turned to a money-lender to get him out of the mess. Then he couldn’t pay the money-lender’s charges, and the bank heard about it. George got the sack.

  He was out of work for two miserable weeks, and he soon discovered that a discharged bank clerk was not a proposition an employer cared to consider. Things looked pretty black for George. He tramped the streets looking for work, and just as he was giving up hope, he obtained a job with the World-Wide Publishing

  Company. It wasn’t much of a job, but, by now, George was glad to take anything.

  He was, however, a little dismayed to find that the Company expected him to sell a set of children’s hooks from door to door on a “commission only” basis.

  George had no confidence in his ability to sell anything. But the sales manager assured him that he need not worry about that. They would train him, and by the time they were through with him he would be able to sell coals to Newcastle. George was introduced to Edgar Robinson, head of the group of salesmen on whose territory George was to work. Robinson, an odd, aggressive creature with a shock of black hair and a blotchy complexion took George aside and earnestly congratulated him on his good fortune to be working with him. What he did not know about selling the Child’s Self-Educator, Robinson told him, could be written on his thumbnail. Every salesman who worked on his territory received personal tuition, and there was not a man trained by Edgar Robinson who was not earning at least ten pounds a week.

  George became much more enthusiastic after he had heard this, and greatly encouraged when he realized that he was going to be shown how to obtain orders. He was, in fact, given an intensive two-day course in salesmanship along with the other applicants, and then he went out with Robinson and saw for himself how orders could be obtained.

  A week later George was canvassing on his own, and by sheer hard work managed to earn three pounds ten shillings a week. He soon discovered that Robinson’s stories about salesmen earning more than this amount was so much sales talk, but, as George knew that he was not likely to get anything else, he stuck to the job, and continued to make enough to keep himself going.

  The job of calling from door to door was a great blow to George’s pride. At first his shyness and timidity were a handicap. He would stand outside a house, screwing up his courage for such a time that people would become suspicious of him, and once one old lady telephoned for the police. Many people slammed the door in his face, while others were extremely rude to him. This treatment greatly increased his inferiority complex: there were moments when he suffered from moods of black depression, and he was driven more and more to rely on his fantasies of violence and adventure to sustain his bruised ego.

  While Ella was tidying the room, George wrestled with his hangover. He had spent the previous evening at the King’s Arms, and had drunk one too many beers. Feeling the tea might help him recover, he reached for the cup.

  “Seen Leo this morning’?” he asked, for something to say.

  Ella gave the dressing-table a final flick and moved to the door.

  “He’s somewhere around,” she said indifferently. She was plainly disappointed that George wasn’t in a talkative mood. “The silly thing! Wot you see in that cat I can’t imagine. Not that I don’t like cats meself, but not an old stupid like Leo. Leo indeed! I wonder who gave ’im that name. As much like a lion as I am. ’E’s frightened of ’is own shadow. I reckon it’s cool to keep ’im alive. ’E never comes near anyone but you, Mr George. But I must say ’e does seem to lave taken a proper fancy to you, doesn’t ’e?”

  George’s face lit up. “Animals like me,” he said simply. “Poor old Leo! He must have had a pretty rotten time as a kitten, I should
think. He’s all right once he knows you.”

  Ella sniffed. “He’s ’ad enough opportunity to know me,” she returned, “but ’e bolts as soon as ’e sees me. ’E’s daft, that’s wot ’e is,” and she reluctantly took herself off to make the ten beds and clean the ten bedrooms of the other boarders who had, three hours since, gone off to their various offices.

  As soon as she had gone, George slipped out of bed and opened the door. He left it ajar, went over to the dressing- table, found his cigarette case and then returned to bed. He left his door ajar every morning, for as soon as Ella was out of the way, Leo would come to see him

  When George first came to the hoarding-house, Leo had been as terrified of him as of everyone else. The room George took over had been vacant for some little time, and the cat had used it as a kind of sanctuary. Several times George, coming home late, had found Leo curled up on his bed. The moment he opened the door the cat had sprung from the bed and had shot past him out of the room, a terrified streak of black fur.

  George had been sorry for Leo. He saw, with a startling flash of intuition, that Leo was very much like himself. The cat was big and imposing, but its soul was as timid as George’s. He understood the cat’s fear of strangers, and he made up his mind that he would win its confidence.

  For two months George wooed Leo’s affection. He bought fish, which he left under his bed, he was always careful to enter his room slowly and without noise, and he would sit motionless if the cat ever visited him It took a long time before Leo would stay with him Even then the cat would spring away if he came near. But gradually, with inexhaustible patience, George won its affection. Now Leo came regularly every morning and kept him company.

  This was a major triumph for George. He was not only flattered, but his interest, filling many hours of otherwise lonely boredom, developed into an intense love for the animal. He depended on Leo for company, and their association afforded an outlet for his own repressed affection.

 

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