The home of Jack Woltz looked like an implausible movie set. There was a

Plantation-type mansion, huge grounds girdled by a rich black-dirt bridle path,

Stables and pasture for a herd of horses. The hedges, flower beds and grasses

were as carefully manicured as a movie star's nails.

Woltz greeted Hagen on a glass-panel air-conditioned porch. The producer

Was informally dressed in blue silk shirt open at the neck, mustard-colored slacks,

Soft leather sandals. Framed in all this color and rich fabric his seamed, tough

Face was startling. He handed Hagen an outsized martini glass and took one for

Himself from the prepared tray. He seemed more friendly than he had been earlier

in the day. He put his arm over Hagen's shoulder and said, "We have a little time

before dinner, let's go look at my horses." As they walked toward the stables he

said, "I checked you out, Tom; you should have told me your boss is Corleone. I

Thought you were just some third-rate hustler Johnny was running in to bluff me.

And I don't bluff. Not that I want to make enemies, I never believed in that. But

let's just enjoy ourselves now. We can talk business after dinner."

Surprisingly Woltz proved to be a truly considerate host. He explained his new

Methods, innovations that he hoped would make his stable the most successful

In America. The stables were all fire-proofed, sanitized to the highest degree, and