The following day the boss told me to meet him in a bar near the harbor where the sailors all come in. Siegfried Schultz entered and he did look great. He had lost a little weight, but he dressed like Jimmy Cagney. For the occasion he wore a silver colored eye patch. He hugged me and kissed me and complemented me on the coldblooded way I had eliminated the enemy. 'Very Jewish,' he added.
'No problem,' I said, with some measure of false modesty. 'Very Jewish? What the hell do you mean?'
'We rule this quarter now, thanks to you. We're the biggest and the meanest and I am making you my second in command.'
'Okay Siegfried,' I said, thinking do I really want this?
'Don't call me Siegfried, I'm your boss. Call me Boss.'
'Okay, Boss.' I thought for a minute and then asked again: 'Jewish in what way?'
He continued to struggle with the steak on his plate. 'This meat is so tough you can’t cut it with a sword.' Then he lifted up his fork and just before he took a bite he said that by killing the leader I had knocked out an lynch mob.
'I beg your pardon?'
'Clean, swift, silent and without a trace. Very Jewish. Very effective.'
Hardly without a trace, I thought. They got my fingerprints and DNA.
'You a Jew?', the boss asked while his one good eye pierced me like an arrow.