Counting the driver, there were four men in the car with Hagen. They put him

In the back seat, in the middle of the two men who had come up behind him in the

street. Sollozzo sat up front. The man on Hagen's right reached over across his

body and tilted Hagen's hat over his eyes so that he could not see. "Don't even

move your pinkie," he said.

It was a short ride, not more than twenty minutes and when they got out of the

Car Hagen could not recognize the neighborhood because darkness had fallen.

They led him into a basement apartment and made him sit on a straight-backed

Kitchen chair. Sollozzo sat across the kitchen table from him. His dark face had a

Peculiarly vulterine look.

3 "I don't want you to be afraid," he said. "I know you're not in the muscle end of

the Family. I want you to help the Corleones and I want you to help me."

4 Hagen's hands were shaking as he put a cigarette in his mouth. One of the

Men brought a bottle of rye to the table and gave him a slug of it in a china coffee

Cup. Hagen drank the fiery liquid gratefully. It steadied his hands and took the

Weakness out of his legs.

5 "Your boss is dead," Sollozzo said. He paused, surprised at the tears that

sprang to Hagen's eyes. Then he went on. "We got him outside his office, in the