The Grab: A Classic Crime Novel. Gordon Landsborough
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times, you begin to wonder how you missed those little feminine things which make them attractive to we wolves of the world. Some women kind of grow on you. Like oysters and a lot of other things, I suppose.
I turned. I wanted to speak to Benny. And as I turned I let my eyes trail on the big boob who was my boss.
He was simpering. You tell me if there’s anything more sickly than the sight of a big fat sham-businessman simpering!
He was making small play with his glasses. You know what I mean, taking them off and polishing them and then sticking them back on his stubby little wart of a nose. He was still holding his stomach in, and by now it must have been hurting a lot, because there was a lot of stomach and he hadn’t held it in for years.
Before him, eyes modestly downcast, was that small, rather dainty, rather dowdy piece of goods from England. It was queer to think that that passed-over portion of feminine frumpery could arouse anything in the male breast. Honest to God, not in ten thousand years could she have quickened my pulse by so much as one extra heartbeat.
And yet in some way she appealed to B.G. I suppose at heart he knew he was a sap and that most men regarded him as such—and most women, too. And I suppose he was wanting a bit of flattery from the other sex, just as we all do. Now he was getting it, and he didn’t seem to see the old-maidishness of his flatterer.
I let my eyes trail contempt across his face, letting him see my cynical amusement. It made him blush and become indignant, and he switched off that sickening expression of simpering coyness. I never miss a chance to make a boss feel uncomfortable. Why the heck should I do otherwise? Don’t they make me feel uncomfortable all the time?
I left them. There was a whole lot more important things on my mind than B.G. and the old maid.
Benny saw me coming and pretended he didn’t. He was making out bills, I suppose, and doing a lot of frowning, as if he was mightily preoccupied.
I leaned on the reception desk, and never said a word but just stared at him. After a time he had to drop his pose, and then he looked up at me, and with the fear in his brown, shifty eyes, was anger. At that moment I knew that if there was anything mean and nasty that could be done to Joe P. Heggy, Benny would clamour for the job.
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