“I presume you mean her nose. Steinberg.”
“Make an appointment for Herbie with Steinberg, and make it clear to his secretary that we’ll need a written description of his injuries, along with a statement of the cost to repair the damage. Tell him not to stint. And tell her not to bill us.”
“I have to get my nose fixed pretty soon,” Herbie said. “The ER doctor said it’ll start to heal, and then it’ll have to be rebroken.”
“So, make an appointment and have the surgery,” Stone said.
“That’s going to cost.”
“That’s your problem, Herbie. As far as I’m concerned we’ll have a stronger case if your nose looks bad at trial.”
“But how am I going to attract women?”
“With the money you saved on plastic surgery; they won’t charge you any more than they did before.”
Herbie tucked in his shirttail and began tying his tie.
“Can we write the complaint together?”
“No. I require privacy when I compose complaints.”
“Come on, Stone, let me work with you on this case.”
“Your involvement in this cas
e is going to be limited to your testimony in court, and that had better be good. Now go home and get some rest, and go see Steinberg as soon as possible; I need his report for the complaint.”
“Oh, all right,” Herbie said dejectedly. “And what are you going to do?”
“Research. Now go away. Speaking of research, what’s your bookie’s name?”
“Carlo.”
“Carlo what?”
“Carlo the bookie.”
“And how much do you owe him?”
“Twenty-four thousand, as of yesterday. The vig is ten percent a week.”
“Good God! How did you ever get a bookie to let you owe twenty-four grand? Is this Carlo nuts?”
“They know I’m good for it,” Herbie said, miffed.
“I guess that’s why they didn’t break your legs, too. No, they would have broken your legs if Dino hadn’t shown up. You ought to write him a thank-you note; it’s the polite thing to do. Joan! Get Herbie out of here!”
Joan came in with a slip of paper and handed it to Herbie. “Steinberg / tomorrow at 10:30.”
Herbie stuffed the number into his pocket and shuffled out.
“I like the limp, Herbie,” Stone yelled after him. “Cultivate it for the jury!”
Herbie vanished down the street.
“How do you get yourself into these things?” Joan asked.
“Look, I was having a quiet dinner at Elaine’s with Eggers and Dino. Herbie turned up, and…Oh, the hell with it. I’m innocent! Now go pay some bills or something.”