TONY kII~LENTI<br >One summer night Tony Valenti came banging on the<br >door of my West Hollywood apartment， panting for<br >breath and raving about murder.<br > "You ve got to help me， Lou--let me stay here，<br >just tonight. You re the only one I can trust. Every-<br >body else is out to kill me. There was a goon with<br >half an car who tried to run me off the freeway..."<br > He glanced furtively over his shoulder at the front<br >door; then he crossed to the Chinese-style windows， all<br >the time keeping close to the wall， out of view of<br >anyone who might be standing on the street， and<br >tugged on the pulley system that closed the drapes.<br >After that he seemed to relax a little.<br > He was twenty-eight but that night he looked older，<br >his face pale， his eyes sunken and fearful. He had a<br >Roman nose， high cheekbones and thin lips which he<br >