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‘I run a very popular joint here,’ Bertie stated. ‘We get all sorts coming to let their hair down. Doctors, lawyers, judges. Even some members of the government …’

‘I’ve heard the Taoiseach and the President have been seen dancing here together,’ I said drily.

Bertie gave me a dirty look.

‘If you don’t believe me, come around tonight and see for yourself. The place’ll be jumping.’

‘I’m afraid I’m past all that. A family man, don’t you know. With responsibilities. And in a very short time I have to pick up my baby daughter from her crèche. So I’d be grateful if you’d get the finger out and tell me what you want me to do.’

For a moment Bertie looked as if he was about to jump across the desk and catch me by the throat. But he thought better of it, and instead said, ‘Are you into the strong-arm stuff? You look as if you’ve mixed it a bit in the past. That’s a pretty lived-in face you’re wearing.’

‘I only use it during the day to scare off muggers. I’ve a much better-looking one for night-time.

‘Yeah. Well, the thing is that I’ve got a problem with some hard cases who are demanding protection money from me. They say if I don’t pay up they’ll torch the place, with me ending up as burnt toast.’

‘And Gertie the marmalade to go on it?’

‘Whatever.’

I crossed my legs and leaned back. Normally I wouldn’t touch something like this with a forty-foot pole. But I was badly in need of some readies and there wasn’t any other work on the horizon.

‘What exactly d’you want me to do?’ I asked. ‘I’ll tough it out if I have to, but only after I’ve tried talking the other fellow to sleep first.’

‘Well, that’s exactly what I want you to do. Go and talk to these guys. Reason with them. And then when they can’t see reason, beat the crap out of them with a baseball bat.’

‘I haven’t got a baseball bat. Would a hurley stick do?’

‘Whatever.’

‘Who are they?’

Bertie squinted his little eyes and tried not to look sly.

‘They’re a new breed of tough guys. Russkies or Bosnians or something like that. They don’t talk the King’s English.’

‘You’re telling me that some people from Eastern Europe are threatening to burn down your nightclub if you don’t give them money?’

‘That’s exactly what I’m telling you. It’s bad enough having to deal with the local hoodlums, but this new breed. I ask you …’

‘And you want me to go and talk them out of their plans?’

‘I’ll pay you well. Two hundred now, and another three hundred if you get them off my back. Can’t say fairer than that, can I?’

‘I keep the two hundred whether I succeed or not?’

‘You’ll have to bring back some proof that you went. Maybe a finger or a toe. Or you could scalp one of them. They’re into long hair.’

I rubbed my face and thought about it. I had nothing to lose by going to see these people, and I badly needed the two hundred quid. There wasn’t much chance that I’d get them to back off, but one never knew.

‘Okay,’ I said, leaning forward. ‘Tell me where these guys live and I’ll pay them a visit. But I can’t promise anything.’

‘That’s all I ask,’ Bertie said, doing his best to look sincere.

He opened a drawer in the desk and fumbled about in it. He finally took out a wad of money held together by a rubber band. Snapping off four fifties, he slid them across to me. He also gave me a sheet of paper with a name and address on it. That finished our little family gathering for the moment, so I got up and left. There was no sign of either of the girls as I moved across the dance floor towards the door.