Could not possibly be traced. But then thinking the matter over, he decided that

He would just listen to the proposition tonight and report back to the Godfather,

Don Corleone.

He made his way back to the club but he did not drink any more. Instead he

wandered out to 48th Street, where he had a leisurely late supper at Patsy's, his

Favorite Italian restaurant. When it was time for his appointment he drifted uptown

To the club entrance. The doorman was no longer there when he went in. The

Hatcheck girl was gone. Only Bruno Tattaglia waited to greet him and lead him to

The deserted bar at the side of the room. Before him he could see the desert of

Small tables with the polished yellow wood dance floor gleaming like a small

Diamond in the middle of them. In the shadows was the empty bandstand, out of

It grew the skeleton metal stalk of a microphone.

Luca sat at the bar and Bruno Tattaglia went behind it. Luca refused the drink

Offered to him and lit a cigarette. It was possible that this would turn out to be

Something else, not the Turk. But then he saw Sollozzo emerge out of the

Shadows at the far end of the room.

Sollozzo shook his hand and sat at the bar next to him. Tattaglia put a glass

in front of the Turk, who nodded his thanks. "Do you know who I am?" asked

Sollozzo.

Luca nodded. He smiled grimly. The rats were being flushed out of their holes.