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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-paneled
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
do
n'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
guarded
by
a
special
security
detail
of
private
detectives
.
Finally
Woltz
led
him
to
a
stall
which
had
a
huge
bronze
plaque
attached
to
its
outside
wall
.
On
the
plaque
was
the
name
"
Khartoum
.
"
The
horse
inside
the
stall
was
,
even
to
Hagen
's
inexperienced
eyes
,
a
beautiful
animal
.
Khartoum
's
skin
was
jet
black
except
for
a
diamond-shaped
white
patch
on
his
huge
forehead
.
The
great
brown
eyes
glinted
like
golden
apples
,
the
black
skin
over
the
taut
body
was
silk
.
Woltz
said
with
childish
pride
,
"
The
greatest
racehorse
in
the
world
.
I
bought
him
in
England
last
year
for
six
hundred
grand
.
I
bet
even
the
Russian
Czars
never
paid
that
much
for
a
single
horse
.
But
I
'm
not
going
to
race
him
,
I
'm
going
to
put
him
to
stud
.
I
'm
going
to
build
the
greatest
racing
stable
this
country
has
ever
known
.
"
He
stroked
the
horse
's
mane
and
called
out
softly
,
"
Khartoum
,
Khartoum
.
"
There
was
real
love
in
his
voice
and
the
animal
responded
.
Woltz
said
to
Hagen
,
"
I
'm
a
good
horseman
,
you
know
,
and
the
first
time
I
ever
rode
I
was
fifty
years
old
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
Maybe
one
of
my
grandmothers
in
Russia
got
raped
by
a
Cossack
and
I
got
his
blood
.
"
He
tickled
Khartoum
's
belly
and
said
with
sincere
admiration
,
"
Look
at
that
cock
on
him
.
I
should
have
such
a
cock
.
"
They
went
back
to
the
mansion
to
have
dinner
.
It
was
served
by
three
waiters
under
the
command
of
a
butler
,
the
table
linen
and
ware
were
all
gold
thread
and
silver
,
but
Hagen
found
the
food
mediocre
.
Woltz
obviously
lived
alone
,
and
just
as
obviously
was
not
a
man
who
cared
about
food
.
Hagen
waited
until
they
had
both
lit
up
huge
Havana
cigars
before
he
asked
Woltz
,
"
Does
Johnny
get
it
or
not
?
"
"
I
ca
n't
,
"
Woltz
said
.
"
I
ca
n't
put
Johnny
into
that
picture
even
if
I
wanted
to
.
The
contracts
are
all
signed
for
all
the
performers
and
the
cameras
roll
next
week
.
There
's
no
way
I
can
swing
it
.
"
Hagen
said
impatiently
,
"
Mr.
Woltz
,
the
big
advantage
of
dealing
with
a
man
at
the
top
is
that
such
an
excuse
is
not
valid
.
You
can
do
anything
you
want
to
do
.
"
He
puffed
on
his
cigar
.
"
Do
n't
you
believe
my
client
can
keep
his
promises
?
"
