ack sedan。 The leading man said politely； 〃Miss Michel？〃
〃Yes； that's me。 But I'm afraid the VACANCY sign's on by mistake。 The motel's closed down。〃
〃Sure； sure。 We're from Mr。 Sanguinetti。 From his insurance pany。 e to make a quick inventory before things get taken away tomorrow。 Can we e in out of the rain； miss？ Show you our credentials inside。 Sure is a terrible night。〃
I looked doubtfully from one to the other； but I could see little of the faces under the oilskin hoods。 It sounded all right； but I didn't like it。 I said nervously； 〃But the Phanceys； the managers； they didn't say anything about you ing。〃
〃Well； they should of； miss。 I'll havta report that back to Mr。 Sanguinetti。〃 He turned to the man behind him。 〃That right； Mr。 Jones？〃
The other man stifled a giggle。 Why did he giggle？ 〃Sure； that's right； Mr。 Thomson。〃 He giggled again。
〃Okay then； miss。 Can we e inside； please？ It sure is wetter'n hell out here。〃
〃Well； I don't know。 I was told not to let anyone in。 But as it's from Mr。 Sanguinetti。。。〃 I nervously undid the chain and opened the door。
They pushed in； shouldering roughly past me； and stood side by side； looking the big room over。 The man who had been addressed as 〃Mr。 Thomson〃 sniffed。 Black eyes looked at me out of a cold gray face。 〃You smoke？〃
〃Yes； a little。 Why？〃
〃Reckoned you could have pany。〃 He took the door handle from me； slammed the door； locked it； and put up the chain。 The two men stripped off their dripping oilskins and threw them messily down on the floor and； now that I could see them both； I felt in extreme danger。
〃Mr。 Thomson；〃 obviously the leader； was tall and thin； almost skeletal； and his skin had this gray； drowned look as if he always lived indoors。 The black eyes were slow…moving； incurious； and the lips thin and purplish like an unstitched wound。 When he spoke there was a glint of gray silvery metal from his front teeth； and I supposed they had been cheaply capped with steel； as I had heard was done in Russia and Japan。 The ears lay very flat and close to the bony； rather box…shaped head and the stiff grayish…black hair was cut so close to the skull that the skin showed whitely through it。 He was wearing a black； sharp…looking single…breasted coat with shoulders padded square； stovepipe trousers so narrow that the bones of his knees bulged through the material； and a gray shirt buttoned up to the throat with no tie。 His shoes were pointed in the Italian style and of gray suede。 They and the clothes looked new。 He was a frightening lizard of a man； and my skin crawled with fear of him。
Where this man was deadly the other was merely unpleasant…a short； moon…faced youth with wet； very pale blue eyes and fat wet lips。 His skin was very white and he had that hideous disease of no hair…no eyebrows and no eyelashes； and none on a head that was as polished as a billiard ball。 I would have felt sorry for him if I hadn't been so frightened； particularly as he seemed to have a bad cold and began blowing his nose as soon as he got his oilskins off。 Under them he wore a black leather windcheater； grubby trousers； and those Mexican saddle…leather boots with straps that they wear in Texas。 He looked a young monster； the sort that pulls wings off flies； and I desperately wished that I had dressed in clothes that didn't make me seem so terribly naked。
Sure enough； he now finished blowing his nose and seemed to take me in for the first time。 He looked me over grinning delightedly。 Then he walked all round me and came back and gave a long； low whistle。 〃Say； Horror。〃 He winked at the other man。 〃This is some bimbo！ Git an eyeful of those knockers！ And a rear…end to match！ Geez； what a dish！〃
〃Not now； Sluggsy。 Later。 Git goin' and look those cabins over。 Meantime； the lady's goin' to fix us some chow。 How you want your eggs？〃
The man called Sluggsy grinned at me。 〃Scramble em'； baby。 And nice and wet。 Like mother makes。 Otherwise poppa spank。 Right across that sweet little biscuit of yours。 Oh boy； oh boy！〃 He did some little dancing； boxing steps toward me； and I backed away to the door。 I pretended to be even more frightened than I was； and when he got within range I slapped him as hard as I could across the face and； before he could recover from his surprise； I had darted sideways behind a table and picked up one of the little metal chairs and held it with the feet pointing at him。
The thin man gave a short； barking laugh。 〃Ixnay； Sluggsy。 I said later。 Leave the stupid slot be。 There's all night for that。 Git goin' like I said。〃
The eyes in the pale moon…face were now red with excitement。 The man rubbed his cheek。 The wet lips parted in a slow smile。 〃You know what； baby？ You just earned yourself one whale of a night。 An' it's goin' to be long and slow an' again and again。 Get me？〃
I looked at them both from behind the raised chair。 Inside I was whimpering。 These men were dynamite from Nightmare…Land。 Somehow I kept my voice steady。 〃Who are you？ What's this all about？ Let's see those credentials。 The next car that es by； I'll break a window and get help。 I'm from Canada。 You do anything to me and you'll be in bad trouble tomorrow。〃
Sluggsy laughed。 〃Tomorrow's tomorrow。 What you got to worry about's tonight； baby。〃 He turned to the thin man。 〃Mebbe you better wise her up； Horror。 Then mebbe we'll get some cooperation。〃
Horror looked across at me。 His expression was cold； uninterested。 〃Ya shouldn't of hit Sluggsy； lady。 The boy's tough。 He don't like the dames not to go for him。 Thinks it may be on account of his kisser。 Been like that since he done a spell in solitary at San Q。 Nervous sickness。 What's that the docs call it； Sluggsy？〃
Sluggsy looked proud。 He brought the Latin words out carefully。 〃Alopecia totalis。 That means no hair； see？ Not a one。〃 He gestured at his body。 〃Not here； or here； or here。 What d'ya know about that； eh； bimbo？〃
Horror continued。 〃So Sluggsy gets mad easy。 Thinks he ain't had a fair deal from society。 You had that puss of his； mebbe you'd be the same。 So he's what we call in Troy an enforcer。 Guys hire him to make other guys do what they want； if you get me。 He's on Mr。 Sanguinetti's roll； and Mr。 Sanguinetti thought he and I better e along and keep an eye on this joint till the truckers e。 Mr。 Sanguinetti didn't care for a young lady like you bein' all alone here at night。 So he sent us along for pany。 Ain't that so； Sluggsy？〃
〃That's the spiel。 Sure is。〃 He giggled。 〃Just to keep you pany； bimbo。 Keep the wolves away。 With them statistics of yours； there must be times when you need protection real bad。 Right？〃
I lowered the chair onto the table top。 〃Well； what are your names？ What about these credentials？〃
There was a single tin of Maxwell House coffee on the shelf above the bar counter； all by itself。 Sluggsy suddenly swiveled； and his right hand…I hadn't even seen him draw a gun…shot flame。 There was the crash of gunfire。 The tin jumped sideways and then fell。 In midair Sluggsy hit it again and there was a brown explosion of coffee。 Then a deafening silence in which the last empty shell tinkled away on the floor。 Sluggsy turned back to me。 His hands were empty。 The gun had gone。 His eyes were dreamy with pleasure at his marksmanship。 He said softly； 〃How's them for credentials； baby？〃
The small cloud of blue smoke had reached me； and I smelled the cordite。 My legs were trembling。 I said； scornfully I hope； 〃That's a lot of wasted coffee。 Now； what about your names？〃
The thin man said； 〃The lady's right。 You didn't ought to of spilled that java； Sluggsy。 But ya see； lady； that's why they call him Sluggsy； on account he's smart with the hardware。 Sluggsy Morant。 Me； I'm Sol Horowitz。 They call me 'Horror。' Can't say why。 Kin you； Sluggsy？〃
Sluggsy giggled。 〃Mebbe one time you gave some guy a scare； Horror。 Mebbe a whole bunch of guys。 Leastwise that's what they tell me。〃
Horror made no ment。 He said quietly； 〃Okay。 Let's go！ Sluggsy； see to the cabins like I said。 Lady； you make us some chow。 Keep ya nose clean and cooperate and ya won't get hurt。 Okay？〃
Sluggsy looked me over greedily。 He said； 〃Not much； that is。 Eh； bimbo？〃 and walked over to the key rack behind the desk and took down all the keys and let himself out through the back entrance。 I put down the chair and； as coolly as I knew how； but painfully aware of my toreador pants； walked across the room and went behind the counter。
The man called Horror sauntered slowly over to the cafeteria table farthest from me。 He pulled a chair away from the table； twisted it in his hand； and pushed it between his legs。 He sat down and leaned his folded arms along the back and rested his chin on them and watched me with unwavering； indifferent eyes。 He said softly； so softly that I could only just hear him； 〃I'll take mine scrambled too； lady。 Plenty crisp bacon。 Buttered toast Howsabout coffee？〃
〃I'll see what's left。〃 I got down on my hands and knees behind the bar。 The tin had four holes right through it。 There was about an inch of coffee left and a whole lot scattered over the floor。 I put the tin aside and scraped what I could from the floor onto a plate； not caring how much dust went with it。 The unspoiled remains of the