A Short Story by Ernest N.Whitenack
~ CHAPTER FIFTEEN ~
When Clancy returned to the table, he noticed Fox filling his pipe from a familiar red pouch of PA and followed suit with Sherlock’s Choice. As the smoke billowed upward to the large smoke-eater in the ceiling, the three devised a signal for the three escape routs, plus the men’s room and bar end for talking. They decided on Platoon codes for danger and help and scratching an ear for, come here now. Next, they decided to eat at the Silver Skates; Clancy and Otto together at a table and Fox alone. The end of another round and they were off to the BOQ to spruce-up; deciding Fox to take a motor pool car to the club 20 minutes later than Otto and Clancy who left promptly at eight o’clock.
The menu at the Silver Skates offered only two typical German dishes Sauerbraten and Weiner Schnitzel, along with a bunch of appetizers. The rest was strictly English and American from fried Kippers to grilled tenderloin wrapped in bacon; and a lot in between. The wine list was international as was the beer and liquor, offering a wide selection.
The waiter appeared after an appropriate time; white shirt, black bow tie, black trousers and a white wrap-around apron that almost reached the floor.
Clancy ordered Sauerbraten and Otto preferred a tenderloin, rare. The wine choice, a ’49 Rhine Spatless.
They just started to eat when Otto, who was facing the door, tapped lightly on the table for Clancy’s attention and nodded toward the bar to his right. Clancy looked to the bar and saw Fox walk to the end, mount a stool, and light his lumberman. He never looked in the direction of Clancy although Clancy felt Fox knew exactly where they were.
Near the end of the meal, the hostess came to the table and bent over very close to Clancy, placing an arm across his shoulders.
The hostess stood upright and suggested they call her if they desire anything, giving Clancy’s shoulder a tight squeeze before returning to her station.
At the bar, Fox took in the scene and was surprised at how quickly the hostess made a play. He was surveying the dining room as he consumed a plate of grilled mixed German sausage and a large stein of beer. He made note of the swinging doors to the kitchen, the male and female rest rooms and the service bar for the dining room. One door was a puzzle. He noted that men would come to the bar, have a quick drink and converse with the barman for a short time. Some went to tables while others sauntered to the mystery door and quickly enter. Young women would do the same. The difference being that the women would return in a short time to the bar or take a table; some in a group of two or three, and others alone. In the time Fax watched the door no men came out. He waited for Clancy to finish his meal and gave him the signal to come to the end of the bar. Clancy ordered a brandy and casually struck up a conversation with the lieutenant. Fox related what he had noticed about the door in question and the strange goings and comings.
With that, Clancy ordered another brandy and returned to the table with the two glasses hoping any inquisitive eyes consider it a normal happening. They casually sipped the brandy while talking and laughing in a thoroughly relaxed mode. Clancy left money for the bill and they moved to the bar, selecting seats away from Fox and in front of one of several large mirrors that hung behind the long bar. From there they could see a reflection of the entire dining room.
About a half hour later Otto signaled Fox to the men’s room.
Otto left the men’s room first and saw, as he approached his bar stool, the hostess sitting on the other side of Clancy and draped all over his left shoulder with her abundant bosom pressed firmly against his arm. She was whispering in his ear. Clancy turned as Otto sat, winked at him and said:
They sat in the day room of the BOQ waiting for Fox to return. Otto couldn’t resist kidding Clancy about the big hit he made with the Hostess.
The two men discussed the obviousness of the place and wondered, because of that, if it weren’t just a high class pick-up joint. Clancy decided the operation might take longer than anticipated before they had enough evidence for a raid. They also concluded that the mystery room will be the answer and that an early morning break-in will give it to them. They will consult Major Foster in the morning.
The door opened and Fox stepped in tugging at his necktie and muttering something about hating these damn things.
The next morning, Major Foster agreed to the break-in and told the three men that only Clancy will go on this job, along with a squad of MPs trained for just such a mission. This will give you guards front and back, a couple of trained searchers/observers, an alarm specialist, and a lock specialist. You should be in and out in no more than twenty minutes depending on the number of locks to be opened once you get in. I’ll let you know when it is set-up; hopefully tomorrow night.
That evening Clancy, Otto, and Fox arrived at the Silver Skates at varying
times, Clancy at six-thirty, Otto at seven-fifteen and Fox at eight o’clock.
She kissed him again and moved to her station at the front of the dining room.
Clancy nursed his Scotch as long as possible and ordered another just as Otto sat on the stool next to him.
She escorted them to the same table they used the night before, menus tucked under her arm. As Otto sat and pulled himself under the table, he reached to raise his trouser lags when his hand brushed a wire with a small cylinder attached. He pushed away from the table while telling Clancy he would like to sit at a different table; that they sat here last night and he would like another view. Clancy looked at Gisela and shrugged his shoulders in resignation. She ushered them to another table without a word and dropped the menus in front of them. Otto pretended to drop his menu on the floor and checked out this table as he picked it up.
During the meal Gisela was extra attentive; asking several times if all was OK. Each time she came to the table she managed to touch Clancy or give him a light squeeze on the arm or shoulder. She completely ignored Otto; indicating it was only Clancy in whom she was interested.
After dinner, they moved to the bar as before and to seats selected to hopefully afford a better view of the mystery room, and perhaps a glimpse inside. Fox in the meantime settled himself on a stool closer to a waitress/waiter serving station. The idea was of eavesdropping on any conversations the waitresses might have while they waited for drinks.
Business was slow that evening and it wasn’t long before Gisela came over to Clancy and assumed the same position as earlier; caressing his neck and rubbing his shoulders.
As they started to leave, Fox hurried to the door and found a close tree
to hide behind. He watched as Clancy and Gisela, arm-in-arm, turned left
and walked away. Fox started to head for the other side of the street,
wanting to get ahead of them but stopped when Otto exited the restaurant.
Otto suggested that Fox get his car and move ahead quickly, stopping occasional
to keep tabs on the couple and determine their destination.
Several blocks later the couple turned into an obscure small hotel, far from any tourist attractions. As fox sat across the street in his car, Otto cautiously surveyed the hotel from the outside. Windows on the left side revealed a small dining room and a lounge with three booths. Clancy and Gisela were the only ones there, other than an old man bringing them drinks. Otto moved away and continued around the building, finding nothing but a rear door and six darkened windows. He returned to the back door and quietly went in. A dark back hall was lit by, what seemed like, a ten watt bulb. He moved past several rooms or closets, all quiet, and came to a curtain at the end. He pushed the curtain aside a bit and observed a reception area with the front door just beyond. The old man was now behind the desk with a newspaper opened on it. It was ghostly quiet in the hotel. There was not a sign of anyone else there. He retraced his steps and returned to the window with the view of the lounge. Gisela was really doing a job on Clancy. She was snuggled up to him with her head on his shoulder and her arm draped across his chest to his other shoulder. Otto wished he had a listening device.
The old man returned to see if they wanted more drinks and Gisela immediately said no. She turned and whispered that she lives here and has a very good bottle of Schnapps in her apartment and they should go there.
Copyright © Ernest N. Whitenack 2017
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