“The Godfather” By Mario Puzo 248
Corleone lingered with the San Francisco Don after the meeting to thank him. Molinari
said enough for Don Corleone to gather that Freddie had found his niche out there, was
happy and had become something of a ladies’ man. He had a genius for running a hotel,
it seemed. Don Corleone shook his head in wonder, as many fathers do when told of
undreamed-of talents in their children. Wasn’t it true that sometimes the greatest
misfortunes brought unforeseen rewards? They both agreed that this was so.
Meanwhile Corleone made it clear to the San Francisco Don that he was in his debt for
the great service done in protecting Freddie. He let it be known that his influence would
be exerted so that the important racing wires would always be available to his people no
matter what changes occurred in the power structure in the years to come, an important
guarantee since the struggle over this facility was a constant open wound complicated
by the fact that the Chicago people had their heavy hand in it. But Don Corleone was
not without influence even in that land of barbarians and so his promise was a gift of
gold.
It was evening before Don Corleone, Tom Hagen and the bodyguard-chauffeur, who
happened to be Rocco Lampone, arrived at the mall in Long Beach. When they went
into the house the Don said to Hagen, “Our driver, that man Lampone, keep an eye on
him. He’s a fellow worth something better I think.” Hagen wondered at this remark.
Lampone had not said a word all day, had not even glanced at the two men in the back
seat. He had opened the door for the Don, the car had been in front of the bank when
they emerged, he had done everything correctly but no more than any well-trained
chauffeur might do. Evidently the Don’s eye had seen something he had not seen.
The Don dismissed Hagen and told him to come back to the house after supper. But to
take his time and rest a little since they would put in a long night of discussion. He also
told Hagen to have Clemenza and Tessio present. They should come at ten P.M., not
before. Hagen was to brief Clemenza and Tessio on what had happened at the meeting
that afternoon.
At ten the Don was waiting for the three men in his office, the corner room of the house
with its law library and special phone. There was a tray with whiskey bottles, ice and
soda water. The Don gave his instructions.
“We made the peace this afternoon,” he said. “I gave my word and my honor and that
should be enough for all of you. But our friends are not so trustworthy so let’s all be on
our guard still. We don’t want any more nasty little surprises.” Then Don turned to
Hagen. “You’ve let the Bocchicchio hostages go?”