
"I can see that," Dortmunder agreed.
"Of course you can. Johnny Eppick. It's something to aspire to. Johnny Guitar."
"Uh huh."
"Johnny Cool. Johnny Holiday. Johnny Trouble."
"Johnny Belinda," put in Mr. Hemlow, surprisingly.
Eppick didn't want to disagree with his employer, but he didn't want Johnny Belinda either. "That's a special case, sir," he said, and hurriedly turned back to Dortmunder, saying, "Johnny Rocco. Johnny Tremain. Johnny Reno."
"Johnny Mnemonic," suggested Mr. Hemlow, a man who probably didn't so much go to look at movies as have movies come to look at him.
"Sir, I don't think that one's up there with the others," Eppick suggested.
Dortmunder, who didn't go to the movies unless his faithful companion May insisted, nevertheless did have something of a grab-bag mind, which he now realized contained a movie title belonging to this crowd: "Johnny Got His Gun."
Neither of the others liked that one. Eppick said, "John, we are talking in the order of Johnny Yuma, Johnny Midnight, Johnny Jupiter, Johnny Ringo."
"Johnny Appleseed, " Mr. Hemlow added.
"Wel-ll," Eppick said, "that's a little far afield, Mr. Hemlow."
Dortmunder said, "Johnny Cash?"
"Johnnie Walker," announced Mr. Hemlow.
Dortmunder turned to him. "Red or Black?"
"Oh, Black," Mr. Hemlow said. "Definitely Black. But that isn't the point." Shifting his mass in the general direction of Eppick, he said, "The point is, you do vouch for this man."
"Oh, absolutely," Eppick said. "I have used the entire resources of the NYPD to research the kind of specialist we need and, of those not currently counting the days on the inside, John here is just about the best you can get. He's a thief when he wakes up in the morning, and he's a thief when he goes to sleep at night. An honest thought has never crossed his brain. If he were any more crooked, you could open wine bottles with him. In his early days he did some time, but he's learned how to avoid that now. I guarantee him to be the least trustworthy, most criminal scalawag you'll ever meet."
