Invisible man - Ralph Ellison [195]
I saw them on a case strewn with sun visors, hair nets, rubber gloves, a card of false eyelashes, and seized the darkest lenses I could find. They were of a green glass so dark that it appeared black, and I put them on immediately, plunging into blackness and moving outside.
I could barely see; it was almost dark now, and the streets swarmed in a green vagueness. I moved slowly across to stand near the subway and wait for my eyes to adjust. A strange wave of excitement boiled within me as I peered out at the sinister light. And now through the hot gusts from the underground people were emerging and I could feel the trains vibrating the walk. A cab rolled up to discharge a passenger and I was about to take it when the woman came up the stairs and stopped before me, smiling. Now what, I thought, seeing her standing there, smiling in her tight-fitting summer dress; a large young woman who reeked with Christmas Night perfume who now came close.
"Rinehart, baby, is that you?" she said.
Rinehart, I thought. So it works. She had her hand on my arm and faster than I thought I heard myself answer, "Is that you, baby?" and waited with tense breath.
"Well, for once you're on time," she said. "But what you doing bareheaded, where's your new hat I bought you?"
I wanted to laugh. The scent of Christmas Night was enfolding me now and I saw her face draw closer, her eyes widening.
"Say, you ain't Rinehart, man. What you trying to do? You don't even talk like Rine. What's your story?"
I laughed, backing away. "I guess we were both mistaken," I said.
She stepped backward clutching her bag, watching me, confused.
"I really meant no harm," I said. "I'm sorry. Who was it you mistook me for?"
"Rinehart, and you'd better not let him catch you pretending to be him."
"No," I said. "But you seemed so pleased to see him that I couldn't resist it. He's really a lucky man."
"And I could have sworn you was -- Man, you git away from here before you get me in trouble," she said, moving aside, and I left.
It was very strange. But that about the hat was a good idea, I thought, hurrying along now and looking out for Ras's men. I was wasting time. At the first hat shop I went in and bought the widest hat in stock and put it on. With this, I thought, I should be seen even in a snowstorm -- only they'd think I was someone else.
Then I was back in the street and moving toward the subway. My eyes adjusted quickly; the world took on a dark-green intensity, the lights of cars glowed like stars, faces were a mysterious blur; the garish signs of movie houses muted down to a soft sinister glowing. I headed back for Ras's meeting with a bold swagger. This was the real test, if it worked I would go on to Hambro's without further trouble. In the angry period to come I would be able to move about.
A couple of men approached, eating up the walk with long jaunty strides that caused their heavy silk sport shirts to flounce rhythmically upon their bodies. They too wore dark glasses, their hats were set high upon their heads, the brims turned down. A couple of hipsters, I thought, just as they spoke.
"What you sayin', daddy-o," they said.
"Rinehart, poppa, tell us what you putting down," they said.
Oh, hell, they're probably his friends, I thought, waving and moving on.
"We know what you're doing, Rinehart," one of them called. "Play it cool, ole man, play it cool!"
I waved again as though in on the joke. They laughed behind me. I was nearing the end of the block now, wet with sweat. Who was this Rinehart and what was he putting down? I'd have to learn more about him to avoid further misidentifications . . .
A car passed with its radio blaring. Ahead I could hear the Exhorter barking