And another one: "Where'd the little guy go?"
They looked around. Naturally, there was no Heck.
Heck bounced on canvas.
He looked up. A menacing-looking fat man came toward him wearing bathing trunks and stale sweat. Another menacing-looking fat man was on the other side of Heck. This was in a wrestling ring. Outside the ring, an enormous woman some six feet tall and five feet wide and quite shapeless and chewing on a wad of tobacco big as a baseball yelled in a gravelly voice:
"Cut it, cut it! Where'd you come from, sonny-boy?"
"I'm looking for Johnny The Cat Simese," Heck said.
"I'm The Cat," a third wrestler, wearing a bathrobe, said, and came over to the ring. "What's he want, Ada?"
"How should I know?" the fat woman said, spitting a brown stream of tobacco juice.
"It's confidential," Heck said, "and it's urgent." He climbed awkwardly through the ropes and walked along the ring apron, then climbed down. He whispered in Johnny The Cat Simese's well-cauliflowered ear: "I'm looking for Mr. Talese."