pocket and counted out his remaining cash, including the two half-dollars he’d gotten for loading the crates.
The clerk snatched all this up and said, “That don’t even cover what you owe. And what about going forward?”
“That’s all the money I got, brother.”
“Then I guess you’re gonna have to find other accommodations.”
“But if I don’t have any more money, how am I gonna do that?”
“Not my problem, fella. Now, go clean out your things. And, see here, I’ll be watching. You got ten minutes. Gotta get that room ready for a paying guest.”
Archer went to his room, collected his few possessions, and marched out of the lobby while the clerk watched him go every step of the way. Archer looked up and down the street and decided he had only one option. He headed over to the Courts building and waited on the steps with his hat tilted over his eyes.
“Mr. Archer?”
Archer pushed his hat back and gazed up at Ernestine Crabtree.
She had on a plain blue A-line skirt with a pleated front, a long-sleeved white blouse, puffy in the arms and tight at the wrists with a wide, open V-neck collar, and low pumps with chunky heels. Her dark hat, made of felt, was narrow brimmed with a band around it and a little bow of ivy green in front. The hair was not done in the usual tight bun. It was actually down around her shoulders, in the same style that he had complimented her on before.
“What are you doing here?”
“Coming to see you about a job.”
“You mean you need work to pay back the forty dollars?”
“I mean I got kicked out of the Derby and I’m flat broke, so yeah.”
“Come on up.”
They took the interior stairs up to her floor and he followed the woman down the hall.
Another man passed them going the other way, leered at Crabtree, and then wolf-whistled. “Woo-wee, baby. You got something I need.” Smiling, he eyed Archer. “You’re a lucky man getting that skirt all for yourself, pal.”
Archer had done this very same thing more times than he could count. But that was before he had read about Ernestine Crabtree’s terrible past. And when he glanced at her and saw first embarrassment and then resignation, he wasn’t sure which one made him angrier.
“Hey, buddy,” said Archer sharply. He dropped the things he was carrying, grabbed the man by the lapels, and slammed him up against the wall, knocking his porkpie hat off in the process.
“What’s your problem, fella?” barked the man.
“Show the lady some respect.”
“Respect? You kidding, pal? Dames love when guys do that.”
“Not this dame. Now apologize to her, right now, before I smash your damn nose in.”
Crabtree called out, “Mr. Archer, it’s all right. Let it be. Please.”
“But—”
“I don’t want you to get in trouble on my account. Please.”
Archer slowly and reluctantly let the man go. The shaky fellow grabbed his fallen hat and rushed off down the hall.
Archer picked up his things and followed Crabtree down the hall but looked back twice at the man.
“I’m sorry about that idiot,” he said.
“Yes, well…Thank you, Mr. Archer, that was very…chivalrous.”
She opened the door and let him into the office.
“Have you had anything to eat?” she said. “Or some coffee?”
“No, ma’am, but I’m fine.”
“You sure? You look hungry.” She opened her purse and held out two dollars, but Archer put his hand up.
“I’m not taking money from you, ma’am, though I thank you. It’d be against the rules, no doubt, and I’m not gonna put you at risk for losing your job. Back there you said you didn’t want me to get into trouble. Well, I feel the same way about you. Just let me get to work and earn some on my own.”
She closed her purse and looked up at him with her wide, depthless eyes and said, “Well, I know what you said earlier, but the only thing I have where you can start work immediately is the slaughterhouse.”
“I’m in no position to be choosy, so if you could call ’em and tell ’em I’d like the job, that would be good. And how do I get out there?”
She looked at the clock on the wall. “A truck takes the men out there every day. Leaves at eight-thirty sharp right down the street from here. You’ll see them gathering.”
“Sounds fine.”
She looked at his suit. “However, I would not wear your new clothes to do that sort of work.”
He looked down. “You’re probably right about that. I got my old ones in