Brass Rainbow
“There were no other streets near. The houses, all frame and old, were set like a single island in the bare salt marsh and bulrushes.
Jamaica Bay stretched bleak and frozen in the darkening afternoon as I parked the rental car in front of the isolated house. In the distance there were a few shacks on stilts, and a shiny new tract development that looked like an outpost in the desolate landscape of the moon. I was glad I had come alone, as instructed. No one could have approached the house unseen....
I went up the cleared path to the house and knocked. After a time the door was opened by an old man. He smoked a pipe.
“Can I help you, young man?” he said in a shaky voice.
“I’m looking for Mr. Weiss.”
“Weiss? An old fellow? Tall and thin?”
“Short, fat and forty-odd. He sent for me. I’m alone.”
The old man dropped the act. “Inside.”
I went into a dim hallway, and a young man appeared with a gun. He frisked me. He led me through the house into a kitchen. An old woman sat at the kitchen table.MoreLess
Jamaica Bay stretched bleak and frozen in the darkening afternoon as I parked the rental car in front of the isolated house. In the distance there were a few shacks on stilts, and a shiny new tract development that looked like an outpost in the desolate landscape of the moon. I was glad I had come alone, as instructed. No one could have approached the house unseen....
I went up the cleared path to the house and knocked. After a time the door was opened by an old man. He smoked a pipe.
“Can I help you, young man?” he said in a shaky voice.
“I’m looking for Mr. Weiss.”
“Weiss? An old fellow? Tall and thin?”
“Short, fat and forty-odd. He sent for me. I’m alone.”
The old man dropped the act. “Inside.”
I went into a dim hallway, and a young man appeared with a gun. He frisked me. He led me through the house into a kitchen. An old woman sat at the kitchen table.MoreLess
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