Memories Of Another Day Part 50

"No later."

Hoffa turned to Gibbons. "Turn the papers over to him."

"Copies be okay?" Gibbons asked, looking at Daniel. "I don't like losing originals."

Gibbons left the room. Hoffa leaned across his desk. "Can we talk privately for a minute?"

Daniel nodded. At a gesture, the other man left the room. He waited until the door closed behind them. '*What's on your mind?"

*'Dave Beck," Hoffa said. ''It don't look good."

''True," Daniel said.

"How long do you think it will take 'em to put him away?"

"With all the appeals open to him, another year, fifteen months maybe."

Hofifa picked up a pencil and worried it for a moment. "There's talk that he might sing to get a lighter sentence."

"I don't think he will," Daniel said. "All they have him on is a lousy income-tax rap. Nothing there to keep him forever. He's too smart to blow the whistle, because he knows that will blow his pension and agreements under his Teamster employment contract."

"Then I should be ready to make my move for the fall'57 convention?"

"Yes."

"Think I can make it?"

"You can make it. There's n.o.body else," Daniel said. "But you might as well know this, if you don't already. You're the next target. They're going to come after you like gangbusters."

"f.u.c.k 'em," Hoffa said. "They're not going to get anything on me."

"That's what Dave Beck thought. They found a way."

"I'm not an idiot. I pay my taxes."

"There's a great deal of heat on the Teamsters. A political attack on the union can exploit the public's fear of the power the union has over our economy. Sooner or later, some politician's going to jump on it. There've been too many statements made by Teamster officials that they can close the whole country down with one strike."

"We can," Hoffa said.

*'You do and that's the end of the union/' Daniel said. **The government steps in and takes over.''

'*I know that," Hoffa said. He put down the pencil. ''Where do you think Meany stands on all this?"

'The Teamsters are out as far as the A.F.L.-C.I.O. is concerned. They're jumping on the corruption bandwagon that came up in the course of Dave Beck's examinations and trials."

"But the government hasn't proved a case."

"For Meany they don't have to. All he needs is an excuse and you're out."

"He's afraid that we'll move in and take over," Hoffa said.

"Maybe."

"I'm not interested. Maybe you can tell him that."

"I will. But there's no reason for him to believe me. He doesn't like me any more than he does you." Daniel looked at him. "The big difference between us is -he can't do anything to me, C. A.L.L. is not a union; we're a union service and consultation group, available to any union that wants to employ our services. And even then, we do not make policy, we only recommend. The individual unions have to decide for themselves what course they want to follow. And they're free to discharge us at any time for any rea-son, "I've heard that he's told a number of unions that if they employed C.A.L.L. he would regard that as a violation of A.F.L.-C.I.O. confidences and information."

"I've heard that too," Daniel said. "But I have no proof. Besides, that's not my problem."

"I guess not." Hoffa smiled. "From what I hear, you've been signing up quite a few unions around the country."

Daniel nodded. "Maybe they're beginning to find out that we're doing the job we promised."

*'If you should decide to form another national labor organization, you could count on the Teamsters."

*'Thank yoii," Daniel said. "But there isn't room enough for two separate labor organizations. The A.F.L. and C.I.O. recognized that and merged. I'm satisfied the way things are."

Hoffa laughed. ''Big Dan, you're either the smartest man in the labor movement-or the dumbest."

Daniel joined in his laugh. "Ever think I might be both?"

Later, in the car on the way to the airport, Moses leaned toward Daniel, speaking in a low voice. "You know, Hoffa lied to us."

"About what?"

"He said they had about ten million lying around. It's more like fifty million. He forgot to mention some of the other major locals he controls."

"I figured that," Daniel said.

Moses' voice was hushed, almost in awe. "In three years, they'll have over a billion dollars to play with."

"So?"

"That makes the U.M.W. kitty seem Uke the comer grocery store. Lewis can't hold a candle to that."

"The money they have is none of our concern," Daniel said.

"It has to be," Moses said. "They're asking us to tell them what to do with it."

"No, they're not," Daniel said. "They're asking us to recommend procedures on the investment and protection of that money for the benefit of their members."

"What they're really looking for is for you to give them a hcense to steal."

"They won't get that from me. They'll get exactly what they asked for.''

"You won't be able to stay out of it," Moses said. "If they get into trouble, they'll come to you to defend their actions."

"I can't worry about that at this time," Daniel said.

*'We'd better start thinking about it all the same," Moses said gloomily.

''Okay," Daniel said. "What do you think is the first thing we ought to do?"

''Central States is paying us ten cents a member. If we take on this pension-fund a.s.signment, I think they ought to pay us another ten cents."

"I don't see how that will help us solve their problem."

"We're going to have to add to our staff. That's going to cost money. Somebody's going to have to pay for it."

Daniel looked at him. "And you think they ought to?"

Moses nodded. "It seems only fair to me. They can afford it. We can't."

Daniel thought for a moment. "I don't object to it. Include it as part of the proposal we make them."

"And if they don't agree?"

"We do the job anyway. Whether I like it or not, I made a deal with Jimmy Hoffa, and I don't intend to go back on my word."

Chapter 9.

The sound of the automobile horn came through the open window. Daniel looked up from the morning paper. ''The car's here already."

"I heard it," Margaret said.

He gulped at his coffee. "I've got to run."

"Will you be home for dinner tonight?"

"I don't know," he said. "We're up to our a.s.s in work. I never should have taken on the additional work for the Teamsters. We wound up processing and checking out all the loan requests, and there's a lot of them Which we have to forward with our recommendations for their executive-committee meeting the day after tomorrow."

"You've only been home for dinner two nights out of the last ten days," she said.

He looked at her. "It can't be helped. I have responsibilities."

"You have a responsibility to me too," she said.

He got to his feet. "I know that. But you knew the work I do before we were married."

"You weren't as busy then. You had more time for yourself. And me."

"We were also on the verge of bankruptcy."

"And the money makes it better?"

'At least we can pay our bills," he said. 'And the new house we're getting up in Scarsdale, New York, isn't exactly poor man's life-style."

'Tm happy here," she said. ''Why do we have to move up to New York?"

'Tve explained that to you already," he said patiently. ''More and more we're getting into the fund-management business. New York is where the money is. That's why we're moving our offices down near Wall Street."

She was silent as he put on his jacket.

"Relax," he said. "It will be okay. The last month is always the worst. After the baby comes, you'll feel better."

She shook her head. "I look so ugly."

He walked around the table and kissed her. "You're beautiful."

"I'll never get my figure back."

He laughed. "You will. Don't worry about it."

"I'm afraid you're going to meet some girl and she'll take you away from me." She looked up at him.

"No chance."

"It's been more than a month," she said. "And I know you. I see the way you are when you wake up each morning."

"A p.i.s.s and a cold shower takes care of that," he said, laughing.

"How many cold showers do you have to take during the day?" she asked.

He shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?"

She didn't answer.

"Come on," he said. "It's not that bad."

"I can't even take you in my mouth anymore," she said. "I get nauseous all the time."

"You're being silly," he said.

The tears began to roll down her cheeks. "I'm scared. I'm going to lose you. I know it."

He lifted her to her feet and kissed her, taking care not to press against her belly. "You won't lose me." The auto horn sounded through the windows again. 'Tm late. I've got to run."

She followed him to the door. *'What about dinner?"

"I'll try to make it," he said. "I'll call you later m the afternoon."

She stood in the doorway and watched him walk down the path to the car. The driver got out and opened the door for him. He got into the back seat. She waited there until the car had turned the comer at the end of the street, then went back into the house.