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Lease to Doomsday

by Lee Archer

Public Domain

Science Fiction Story: The twins were a rare team indeed. They wanted to build a printing plant on a garbage dump. When Muldoon asked them why, their answer was entirely logical: "Because we live here."

Tags: Science Fiction   Novel-Classic  

It was the lack of sense in the ad that made him go back to it again. He was having his breakfast coffee in the cafeteria next to the midtown hotel where he lived. The classified section of the New York Times was spread before him.

WANTED: Live wire Real Estate broker--No selling--30-40.
Room 657 Silvers Building--9-12 Monday morning.

The ad made no sense for several reasons. One: you just don’t go around advertising for brokers with four pages of them in the classified phone book. Two: how can one be a live wire broker, without having to sell? Kevin Muldoon shook his head. Just no damn sense. The Silvers Building--H’m! Not too far off. He looked at his strap watch. Fifteen minutes of nine. He could walk it in that time.

“Don’t be a fool,” he said to himself. “It’s obviously a come-on of some kind.”

He got up, paid the check and went out. It wasn’t till he was on Third Ave. that he was conscious he had started to go crosstown when his office was in the opposite direction. He smiled wryly. Might as well investigate, he thought. Can’t do any harm, and it won’t take long.

There were four others waiting in the small anteroom. The outer door bore no legend other than the room number, and the inner door was blank altogether. Muldoon made a quick appraisal of those waiting. Three were obviously past middle-age, the fourth about Muldoon’s age. The inner door opened and Muldoon looked up. A tall man came out first, a man in his early sixties, perhaps. Immediately behind him came a slightly shorter man, but very heavy and with a head that was bald as a billiard ball. The older man marched straight to the door, opened it and went out without a second look back. The fat man looked around, his face beaming in a wide smile, eyes almost closed behind fleshy lids.

[Illustration: The weird machine clicked and clattered while the twins dreamed of tomorrow.]

“And now, who’s next?” he asked.

The one who was about Muldoon’s age stepped forward. The fat man motioned for the other to precede him. The door closed. Not more than a minute went by, and the door opened again and the same act as before with the older man was gone through.

“And now, who’s next?” the fat man asked.

Muldoon noted even the inflection was the same.

So it went with the three who were left, until it was Muldoon’s turn. And now there were six others beside himself also waiting to be interviewed.

It was a squarish room, simply furnished, with a couple of desks set side-by-side with a narrow space between them. A chair was set up facing the desks, obviously meant for the one to be interviewed. Seated behind one of the desks was the twin of the man now coming to seat himself at the other desk. Their smiles were identical as they waited for Muldoon to make himself comfortable.

For a moment there was a blank silence. Muldoon studied them, and they, smiling still, studied him. Muldoon broke the silence.

“You know,” Muldoon said, “your ad didn’t make sense to me.”

The twins hunched forward slightly at their desks. Their eyes brightened in anticipation. “No-o?...” said the one who had been waiting for Muldoon. “Why?”

“With some four pages of brokers in the classified directory, you don’t have to advertise for one. And a live wire broker gets that reputation as a salesman. Without selling, the wire is dead.”

The twins beamed at each other.

“Evin,” said the one to the left, “I think we’ve found our man. Will you go out and tell those waiting?”

They waited for the twin to return.

“I am Robert Reeger, my brother Evin,” said the first twin.

Muldoon introduced himself. There was no handshaking.

“You are right about the ad,” Robert Reeger said. “We worded it that way for a reason. We wanted a man of quick intelligence. Mind you, now, we do want a broker, and one who will do no selling. The ‘live wire’ part was my brother Evin’s thought. He does sometimes have clever ideas.”

Robert stopped to beam at his twin. “Just now,” Robert returned to Muldoon, “I won’t go into full discussion of our plans. Briefly, however, we are buyers, buyers, we hope, of a particular area. Because of what we have in mind to do we would rather it was done quietly and without any publicity. Had we engaged the services of a large agency this would not be possible, for, if I may coin a phrase, the trumpet must blow strongly to announce the coming of genius.” He smiled, stroked his chin, looked up at the ceiling and his lips moved silently as if he enjoyed repeating the phrase.

“I like that, Robert,” Evin said.

“Yes, I thought it was good,” Robert said.

They both looked to Muldoon.

Muldoon said nothing.

The twins sighed audibly, in unison.

Robert’s lips came forward in a pout. The look of a pouting cherub, Muldoon thought, one trying to look stern, and only succeeding in looking naughty-childish. Muldoon suddenly knew of whom the twins reminded him. Twin Charles Laughtons, without hair.

“You are free to work for us?” Robert asked.

With you,” Muldoon said. “I have the license.” He gave them a quick smile, as if to lessen the sharpness of the tone he had used. “A broker acts for a client in the purchase or sale of property. He can’t be employed by them.”

“Of course,” Robert said quickly. “I did not mean to imply any other action. Now suppose you tell us briefly about yourself.”

Muldoon gave them a thumbnail sketch of his career. He noted their pleased look that he was a one-man agency. At the conclusion, Robert stood up and came around the desk. He thrust a hand at Muldoon.

Like shaking hands with a piece of warm dough, Muldoon thought.

“I do believe,” Robert said as he placed a heavy arm around Muldoon’s shoulder, and walked him to the door, “that we shall have a mutually happy relationship. You will not be unrewarded, moneywise.” He opened the door, paused, still with his arm around Muldoon, and looked steadily into Muldoon’s eyes. “Yes, I think there will be mutual benefits in our relationship. Now, in conclusion, will you pick us up at this office tomorrow morning at nine?”

Muldoon nodded.

“Good! Then ‘bye now, Mr. Muldoon, and thanks so much for coming by in answer to our ad.”

The answer to an irritating thought came to Muldoon while he was waiting for an elevator to take him to the ground floor. He knew where he had seen the same kind of look as was in Robert Reeger’s eyes when they had parted. In the eyes of a cat Muldoon had once seen toying with a mouse the cat had caught...

Deena Savory was a redhead, a green-eyed redhead with a kind of patrician look about her face that came off very well in the photographs they took of her. Deena was a model, and made three times the money Kevin Muldoon made.

It had always been a sore point between them, and more than once the reason for their worst quarrels.

She was also the worst cook in New York.

Monday evenings were spent in Deena’s small apartment on East Fifty-Sixth Street, and she usually cooked dinner for Muldoon. Invariably it was steak. Deena had no imagination when it came to food. Even in restaurants she ordered one or another kind of steak.

They were together on the couch, she stretched full-length, her head in Muldoon’s lap. He was telling her about the Reeger twins and what had happened that morning. His hands caressed her lightly as she spoke, now across her cheeks, now more intimately.

“ ... I don’t dig them, Honey,” he said, as if in recapitulation. “The Robert twin, f’r instance. ‘You will not be unrewarded, moneywise.’ Madison Avenue and Nineteenth Century English...”

She gently took his hand from where he seemed to find most comfort, and put it up to her cheek. “What’s the difference?” she asked. “So long as there’s money in it?”

“Broker’s commission,” he said. “No more or less.”

“You’ve been getting so much of that, lately?”


“Okay, then. Stop fighting it. What do you care what kind of English they use? Or whether they used sign language. The buck, kid, the buck.”

“Deena,” Muldoon said gravely, “you have the grubbing soul of a pawnbroker. Or real estate broker,” he added. He bent his head and kissed her lips.

Her lips opened to his with that familiar warmth, a hunger for him which never failed to thrill. This time she did not remove his hand when it returned.

“ ... Kevie, baby--darling ... oh, my darling,” she whispered.

Strange, he thought, that at a moment like this, I should be thinking of those fat twins...

Muldoon hated the pirate prices of midtown parking lots, and so was late. It had taken him ten minutes to find parking space for the Plymouth. As he started to open the door of room 657 he heard the voice of one of the twins. The words or sounds were in a language completely foreign to him. He thought to knock, but changed his mind. To knock would have made it obvious he had been listening. He barged right in.

The twins were in the anteroom. Muldoon got the impression they knew he had heard them, and an even stronger impression, that the fact was of no importance. That bothered him, for some reason.

“Ah, there you are,” the twin to the left said. “Evin was wondering whether you would show up, but I told him he was putting himself to useless aggravation.”

That damned mixed-up phrasing again, Muldoon thought. “Took a little time to find parking space,” he said.

“Shall we be off, then?” Robert asked.

“All right with me,” Muldoon replied. There was another odd thing. Evin Reeger seemed to have so very little to say.

Their destination was a place halfway down the Island. Muldoon’s brow had lifted when they gave him the area. So far as he knew there hadn’t been any development in the area. It was just a bit too far off the highways and rail lines for housing developments, and even more badly located for industrial requirements. He wondered what the devil they had in mind out there.

Traffic was light and the drive took little more than an hour and a half on the main highway, and another fifteen minutes of blacktop side road before Evin told him to “Turn left here,” onto a rutted path off the blacktop. The path led through some scrub growth that ended on the edge of an acre or so of dump heap. Rusted heaps of broken cars were scattered about. A foul odor came from the left as though garbage, too, had been dumped and left to rot. There was a flat one-storied wooden shack close by to which Evin directed him to drive up to.

Evin produced a key and opened the door to the shack. There was a partition separating the place neatly into two sections. There were a couple of straight-backed wooden chairs and a leather sofa in the near room. The door to the other room was closed.

“Sit down, Muldoon,” Robert Reeger said. He waited for Muldoon to make himself comfortable on the sofa, then continued: “First time we’ve ever been out here during the day. But Evin’s sense of direction is unfailing.” He shook his head, smiled brightly. “Ah, well, we must each have some factor to make for validity of existence, eh?”

“I don’t follow,” Muldoon said.

“No matter. Now, to the business at hand. I wanted you to see the area involved. Evin, the plot plan, please.”

To Muldoon’s surprise Evin Reeger went into the next room and returned after a moment with a plot plan of the lower third of the Island. He gave it to Muldoon who spread it at his feet.

“That red-pencilled area I’ve marked off,” Robert Reeger said, “is what we’ll be concerned with. As you notice, the dump and this shack are at the approximate center. What I have in mind to do is buy all the land in the marked-off area.”

Buy it!...”

“You seem surprised.”

“Shocked, would be the better word. Have you any idea what this could cost? You’ve marked off an area of approximately a square mile. Even out here that would run into millions. And once news got around that someone was buying parcels of this size--well, you’d have more publicity than you might want.”

“About the cost we won’t worry. There will be enough money. But the attendant publicity could mean not being able to get the land we want. Is that correct?”

“Could be. Suppose we get options, or leases on these pieces...”

“That was a good phrase,” Evin broke in unexpectedly. “Don’t you think so, Robert?”

“Yes!” Robert said sharply. He seemed to have suddenly lost his smile. He gave Evin a hard look from under down-drawn brows. He turned to Muldoon. “We are renting this, this tumbledown structure. A two-year lease. H’mm! I see your point. Spending millions in a sudden buying move would make unneeded difficulties. No! Options to buy, but lease for the present. Evin, the list of names, please.”

Evin didn’t have to go anywhere for the list. He had it with him. Muldoon looked it over. There were thirty-three names, including the County and State.

“Well?” Robert said.

“I’ll have to know what you want to lease it for, the name or names of corporations, and so forth.”

“Will my own name do?”

“It will. But you can go into the County Court and register a business name under your own, what they call a D.B.A. name--doing business as--name. Register as many as you wish. Doesn’t cost a great deal. Or form a corporation, you and your brother.”

“No. Let the leases come under my own name. As for what I intend doing, well, I intend to concrete surface the entire area.”

“A square mile of concrete?...”

“Yes. There is a government plan to use this end of the Island for a huge missile depot. They will have to come to me.”

Pretty shrewd, Muldoon thought. That is if it’s true. “All right,” Muldoon said. “When do you want me to start?”

“Right now. That was one reason for bringing you out here. Evin, will you get the brief case, please?”

Once more Evin Reeger went into the other room. And closed the door carefully behind him when he came out. He handed the brief case to Muldoon.

“You may open it,” Robert said.

Muldoon’s fingers became suddenly nerveless, and he dropped the brief case. It was crammed with money, packets of hundred-dollar bills.

“There are fifty packets of hundred-dollar bills, totalling a million dollars,” Robert said.

“What the hell did you want me to do, carry the case around with me?” Muldoon asked.

“No. It will remain here. I merely wanted to show you I will be able to stand behind any price you may have to meet. From now on report here, no matter what time. And, since time has a definite value in this matter, do not stand upon it.”

“I like that,” Evin said, suddenly. “That was good, Robert.”

Muldoon nodded. Evin had a value, too. The same value any yes-man has. But it bothered Muldoon. This just wasn’t the way of twins. At least none he knew. Well, one thing was certain; the Reegers had the ready cash...

“This may take some time,” Muldoon said. “Weeks, certainly, maybe months. The County and State, alone...”

“We don’t have that much time,” Robert broke in. “Evin must return in ten days...”

“Return? Where?” Muldoon asked.

It was as if Robert hadn’t heard. “The State and County properties are small areas, and on the very edge. Suppose we forget about them for the time being. Work on the private parties.”

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