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ce。　I　turned　my　body　a　little　as　I　opened　the　bag。　I　fished　the　glass　case　out　and　slid　it　across　the　table。
　 〃Put　them　on；〃　I　said。
　 〃Oh；　yes；　I'll　put　them　on；〃　she　said。　〃But　I'll　have　to　take　my　hat　off；　I　think　。　。　。〃
　 〃Yes；　take　your　hat　off；〃　I　said。
　 She　took　her　hat　off　and　held　it　on　her　knees。　Then　she　remembered　about　the　glasses　and　forgot　about　the　hat。　The　hat　fell　on　the　floor　while　she　reached　for　the　glasses。　She　put　them　on。　That　helped　her　appearance　a　lot；　I　thought。
　 While　she　was　doing　this　I　got　the　gun　out　of　her　bag　and　slid　it　into　my　hip　pocket。　I　didn't　think　she　saw　me。　It　looked　like　the　same　Colt　。25　automatic　with　the　walnut　grip　that　I　had　seen　in　the　top　right　hand　drawer　of　her　desk　the　day　before。
　 I　went　back　to　the　davenport　and　sat　down　and　said：　〃Well；　here　we　are。　What　do　we　do　now？　Are　you　hungry？〃
　 〃I've　been　over　to　Mr。　Vannier's　house；〃　she　said。
　 〃Oh。〃
　 〃He　lives　in　Sherman　Oaks。　At　the　end　of　Escamillo　Drive。　At　the　very　end。〃
　 〃Quiet；　probably；〃　I　said　without　meaning；　and　tried　to　blow　a　smoke　ring；　but　didn't　make　it。　A　nerve　in　my　cheek　was　trying　to　twang　like　a　wire。　I　didn't　like　it。
　 〃Yes；〃　she　said　in　her　posed　voice；　with　her　upper　lip　still　doing　the　hoist　and　flop　movement　and　her　chin　still　swinging　around　at　anchor　and　back　again。　〃It's　very　quiet　there。　Mr。　Vannier　has　been　living　there　three　years　now。　Before　that　he　lived　up　in　the　Hollywood　hills；　on　Diamond　Street。　Another　man　lived　with　him　there；　but　they　didn't　get　along　very　well；　Mr。　Vannier　said。〃
　 〃I　feel　as　if　I　could　understand　that　too；〃　I　said。　〃How　long　have　you　known　Mr。　Vannier？〃
　 〃I've　known　him　eight　years。　I　haven't　known　him　very　well。　I　have　had　to　take　him　aa　parcel　now　and　then。　He　liked　to　have　me　bring　it　myself。〃
　 I　tried　again　with　a　smoke　ring。　Nope。
　 〃Of　course；〃　she　said；　〃I　never　liked　him　very　well。　I　was　afraid　he　wouldI　was　afraid　he〃
　 〃But　he　didn't；〃　I　said。
　 For　the　first　time　her　face　got　a　human　natural　expressionsurprise。
　 〃No；〃　she　said。　〃He　didn't。　That　is；　he　didn't　really。　But　he　had　his　pajamas　on。〃
　 〃Taking　it　easy；〃　I　said。　〃Lying　around　all　afternoon　with　his　pajamas　on。　Well；　some　guys　have　all　the　luck；　don't　they？〃
　 〃Well　you　have　to　know　something；〃　she　said　seriously。　〃Something　that　makes　people　pay　you　money。　Mrs。　Murdock　has　been　wonderful　to　me；　hasn't　she？〃
　 〃She　certainly　has；〃　I　said。　〃How　much　were　you　taking　him　today？〃
　 〃Only　five　hundred　dollars。　Mrs。　Murdock　said　that　was　all　she　could　spare；　and　she　couldn't　really　spare　that。　She　said　it　would　have　to　stop。　It　couldn't　go　on。　Mr。　Vannier　would　always　promise　to　stop；　but　he　never　did。〃
　 〃It's　a　way　they　have；〃　I　said。
　 〃So　there　was　only　one　thing　to　do。　I've　known　that　for　years；　really。　It　was　all　my　fault　and　Mrs。　Murdock　has　been　so　wonderful　to　me。　It　couldn't　make　me　any　worse　than　I　was　already；　could　it？〃
　 I　put　my　hand　up　and　rubbed　my　cheek　hard；　to　quiet　the　nerve。　She　forgot　that　I　hadn't　answered　her　and　went　on　again。
　 〃So　I　did　it；〃　she　said。　〃He　was　there　in　his　pajamas；　with　a　glass　beside　him。　He　was　leering　at　me。　He　didn't　even　get　up　to　let　me　in。　But　there　was　a　key　in　the　front　door。　Somebody　had　left　a　key　there。　It　wasit　was〃　her　voice　jammed　in　her　throat。
　 〃It　was　a　key　in　the　front　door；〃　I　said。　〃So　you　were　able　to　get　in。〃
　 〃Yes。〃　She　nodded　and　almost　smiled　again。　〃There　wasn't　anything　to　it；　really。　I　don't　even　remember　hearing　the　noise。　But　there　must　have　been　a　noise；　of　course。　Quite　a　loud　noise。〃
　 〃I　suppose　so；〃　I　said。
　 〃I　went　over　quite　close　to　him；　so　I　couldn't　miss；〃　she　said。
　 〃And　what　did　Mr。　Vannier　do？〃
　 〃He　didn't　do　anything　at　all。　He　just　leered；　sort　of。　Well；　that's　all　there　is　to　it。　I　didn't　like　to　go　back　to　Mrs。　Murdock　and　make　any　more　trouble　for　her。　And　for　Leslie。〃　Her　voice　hushed　on　the　name；　and　hung　suspended；　and　a　little　shiver　rippled　over　her　body。　〃So　I　came　here；〃　she　said。　〃And　when　you　didn't　answer　the　bell；　I　found　the　office　and　asked　the　manager　to　let　me　in　and　wait　for　you。　I　knew　you　would　know　what　to　do。〃
　 〃And　what　did　you　touch　in　the　house　while　you　were　there？〃　I　asked。　〃Can　you　remember　at　all？　I　mean；　besides　the　front　door。　Did　you　just　go　in　at　the　door　and　e　out　without　touching　anything　in　the　house？〃
　 She　thought　and　her　face　stopped　moving。　〃Oh；　I　remember　one　thing；〃　she　said。　〃I　put　the　light　out。　Before　I　left。　It　was　a　lamp。　One　of　these　lamps　that　shine　upwards；　with　big　bulbs。　I　put　that　out。〃
　 I　nodded　and　smiled　at　her。　Marlowe；　one　smile；　cheerful。　〃What　time　was　thishow　long　ago？〃
　 〃Oh　just　before　I　came　over　here。　I　drove。　I　had　Mrs。　Murdock's　car。　The　one　you　asked　about　yesterday。　I　forgot　to　tell　you　that　she　didn't　take　it　when　she　went　away。　Or　did　I？　No；　I　remember　now　I　did　tell　you。〃
　 〃Let's　see；〃　I　said。　〃Half　an　hour　to　drive　here　anyway。　You've　been　here　close　to　an　hour。　That　would　be　about　five…thirty　when　you　left　Mr。　Vannier's　house。　And　you　put　the　light　off。〃
　 〃That's　right。〃　She　nodded　again；　quite　brightly。　Pleased　at　remembering。　〃I　put　the　light　out。〃
　 〃Would　you　care　for　a　drink？〃　I　asked　her。
　 〃Oh；　no。〃　She　shook　her　head　quite　vigorously。　〃I　never　drink　anything　at　all。〃
　 〃Would　you　mind　if　I　had　one？〃
　 〃Certainly　not。　Why　should　I？〃
　 I　stood　up；　gave　her　a　studying　look。　Her　lip　was　still　going　up　and　her　head　was　still　going　around；　but　I　thought　not　so　far。　It　was　like　a　rhythm　which　is　dying　down。
　 It　was　difficult　to　know　how　far　to　go　with　this。　It　might　be　that　the　more　she　talked；　the　better。　Nobody　knows　very　much　about　the　time　of　absorption　of　a　shock。
　 I　said：　〃Where　is　your　home？〃
　 〃WhyI　live　with　Mrs。　Murdock。　In　Pasadena。〃
　 〃I　mean；　your　real　home。　Where　your　folks　are。〃
　 〃My　parents　live　in　Wichita；〃　she　said。　〃But　I　don't　go　thereever。　I　write　once　in　a　while；　but　I　haven't　seen　them　for　years。〃
　 〃What　does　your　father　do？〃
　 〃He　has　a　dog　and　cat　hospital。　He's　a　veterinarian。　I　hope　they　won't　have　to　know。　They　didn't　about　the　other　time。　Mrs。　Murdock　kept　it　from　everybody。〃
　 〃Maybe　they　won't　have　to　know；〃　I　said。　〃I'll　get　my　drink。〃
　 I　went　out　around　the　back　of　her　chair　to　the　kitchen　and　poured　it　and　I　made　it　a　drink　that　was　a　drink。　I　put　it　down　in　a　lump　and　took　the　little　gun　off　my　hip　and　saw　that　the　safety　was　on。　I　smelled　the　muzzle；　broke　out　the　magazine。　There　was　a　shell　in　the　chamber；　but　it　was　one　of　those　guns　that　won't　fire　when　the　magazine　is　out。　I　held　it　so　that　I　could　look　into　the　breech。　The　shell　in　there　was　the　wrong　size　and　was　crooked　against　the　breech　block。　It　looked　like　a　。32。　The　shells　in　the　magazine　were　the　right　size；　。25's。　I　fitted　the　gun　together　again　and　went　back　to　the　living　room。
　 I　hadn't　heard　a　sound。　She　had　just　slid　forward　in　a　pile　in　front　of　the　chair；　on　top　of　her　nice　hat。　She　was　as　cold　as　a　mackerel。
　 I　spread　her　out　a　little　and　took　her　glasses　off　and　made　sure　she　hadn't　swallowed　her　tongue。　I　wedged　my　folded　handkerchief　into　the　corner　of　her　mouth　so　that　she　wouldn't　bite　her　tongue　when　she　came　out　of　it。　I　went　to　the　phone　and　called　Carl　Moss。
　 〃Phil　Marlowe；　Doc。　Any　more　patients　or　are　you　through？〃
　 〃All　through；〃　he　said。　〃Leaving。　Trouble？〃
　 〃I'm　home；〃　I　said。　〃Four…o…eight　Bristol　Apartments；　if　you　don't　remember。　I've　got　a　girl　here　who　has　pulled　a　faint。　I'm　not　afraid　of　the　faint；　I'm　afraid　she　may　be　nuts　when　she　es　out　of　it。〃
　 〃Don't　give　her　any　liquor；〃　be　said。　〃I'm　on　my　way。〃
　 I　hung　up　and　knelt　down　beside　her。　I　began　to　rub　her　temples。　She　opened　her　eyes。　The　lip　started　to　lift。　I　pulled　the　handkerchief　out　of　her　mouth。　She　looked　up　at　me　and　said：　〃I've　been　over　to　Mr。　Vannier's　house。　He　lives　in　Sherman　Oaks。　I〃
　 〃Do　you　mind　if　I　lift　you　up　and　put　you　on　the　davenport？　You　know　meMarlowe；　the　big　boob　that　goes　around　asking　all　the　wrong　questions。〃
　 〃Hello；〃　she　said。
　 I　lifted　her。　She　went　stiff　on　me；　but　she　didn't　say　anything。　I　put　her　on　the　davenport　and　tucked　her　skirt　down　over　her　legs　and　put　a　pillow　under　her　head　and　picked　her　hat　up。　It　was　as　flat　as　a　flounder。　I　did　what　I　could　to　straighten　it　out　and　laid　it　aside　on　the　desk。
　 She　watched　me　sideways；　doing　this。
　 〃Did　you　call　the　police？〃　she　asked　softly。
　 〃Not　yet；〃　I　said。　〃I've　been　too　busy。〃
　 She　looked　surprised。　I　wasn't　quite　sure；　but　I　thought　she　looked　a　little　hurt；　too。
　 I　opened　up　her　bag　and　turned　my　back　to　her　to　slip　the　gun　back　into　it。　While　I　was　doing　that　I　took　a　look　at　what　else　was　in　the　bag。　The　usual　oddments；　a　couple　of　handkerchiefs；　lipstick；　a　silver　and　red　enamel　pact　with　powder　in　it；　a　couple　of　tissues；　a　purse　with　some　hard　money　and　a　few　dollar　bills；　no　cigarettes；　no　matches；　no　tickets　to　the　theater。
　 I　pulled　open　the　zipper　pocket　at　the　back。　That　held　her　driver's　license　and　a　flat　packet　of　bills；　ten　fifties。　I　riffled　them。　None　of　them　brand　new。　Tucked　into　the　rubber　band　that　held　them　was　a　folded　paper。　I　took　it　out　and　opened　it　and　read　it。　It　was　neatly　typewritten；　dated　that　day。　It　was　a　mon　receipt　form　and　it　would；　when　signed；　acknowledge　the　receipt　of　500。　〃Payment　on　Account。〃
　 It　didn't　seem　as　if　it　would　ever　be　signed　now。　I　slipped　money　and　receipt　into　my　pocket。　I　closed　the　bag　and　looked　over　at　the　davenport。
　 She　was　looking　at　the　ceiling　and　doing　that　with　her　face　again。　I　went　into　my　bedroom　and　got　a　blanket　to　throw　over　her。
　 Then　I　went　to　the　kitchen　for　another　drink。
　
　
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　 Dr。　Carl　Moss　was　a　big　burly　Jew　with　a　Hitler　mustache；　pop　eyes　and　the　calmness　of　a　glacier。　He　put　his　hat　and　bag　in　a　chair　and　went　over　and　stood　looking　down　at　the　girl　on　the　davenport　inscrutably。
　 〃I'm　Dr。　Moss；〃　he　said。　〃How　are　you？〃
　 She　said：　〃Aren't　you　the　police？〃
　 He　bent　down　and　felt　her　pulse　and　then　stood　there　watching　her　breathing。　〃Where　does　it　hurt；　Miss〃
　 〃Davis；〃　I　said。　〃Miss　Merle　Davis。〃
　 〃Miss　Davis。〃
　 〃Nothing　hurts　me；〃　she　said；　staring　up　at　him。　〃II　don't　even　know　why　I'm　lying　here　like　this。　I　thought　you　were　the　police。　You　see；　I　killed　a　man。〃
　 〃Well；　that's　a　normal　human　impulse；〃　he　said。　〃I've　killed　dozens。〃　He　didn't　smile。
　 She　lifted　her　lip　and　moved　her　head　around　for　him。
　 〃You　know　you　don't　have　to　do　that；〃　he　said；　quite　gently。　〃You　feel　a　twitch　of　the　nerves　here　and　there　and　you　proceed　to　build　it　up　and　dramatize　it。　You　can　control　it；　if　you　want　to。〃
　 〃Can　I？〃　she　whispered。
　 〃If　you　want　to；〃　he　said。　〃You　don't　have　to。　It　doesn't　make　any　difference　to　me　either　way。　Nothing　pains　at　all；　eh？〃
　 〃No。〃　She　shook　her　head。
　 He　patted　her　shoulder　and　walked　out　to　the　kitchen。　I　went　after　him。　He　leaned　his　hips　against　the　sink　and　gave　me　a　cool　stare。　〃What's　the　story？〃
　 〃She's　the　secretary　of　a　client。　A　Mrs。　Murdock　in　Pasadena。　The　client　is　rather　a　brute。　About　eight　years　ago　a　man　made　a　hard　pass　at　Merle。　How　hard　I　don't　know。　ThenI　don't　mean　immediatelybut　around　that　time　he　fell　out　of　a　window　or　ju