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behind him。
There was silence。 I looked at the barman。 The barman looked at me。 His eyes became thoughtful。 He polished the counter and sighed and leaned down with his right ann。
I reached across the counter and took hold of the arm。 It was thin； brittle。 I held it and smiled at him。
〃What you got down there； bo？〃
He licked his lips。 He leaned on my arm； and said nothing。 Grayness invaded his shining face。
〃This guy is tough；〃 I said。 〃And he's liable to go mean。 Drinks do that to him。 He's looking for a girl he used to know。 This place used to be a white establishment。 Get the idea？〃
The barman licked his lips
〃He's been away a long time；〃 I said。 〃Eight years。 He doesn't seem to realize how long that is； although I'd expect him to think it a life time。 He thinks the people here should know where his girl is。 Get the idea？〃
The barman said slowly： 〃I thought you was with him。〃
〃I couldn't help myself。 He asked me a question down below and then dragged me up。 I never saw him before。 But I didn't feel like being thrown over any houses。 What you got down there？〃
〃Got me a sawed…off；〃 the barman said。
〃Tsk。 That's illegal；〃 I whispered。 〃Listen； you and I are together。 Got anything else？〃
〃Got me a gat；〃 the barman said。 〃In a cigar box。 Leggo my arm。〃
〃That's fine；〃 I said。 〃Now move along a bit。 Easy now。 Sideways。 This isn't the time to pull the artillery。〃
〃Says you；〃 the barman sneered； putting his tired weight against my arm。 〃Says…〃
He stopped。 His eyes rolled。 His head jerked。
There was a dull flat sound at the back of the place； behind the closed door beyond the crap table。 It might have been a slammed door。 I didn't think it was。 The barman didn't think so either。
The barman froze。 His mouth drooled。 I listened。 No other sound。 I started quickly for the end of the counter。 I had listened too long。
The door at the back opened with a bang and Moose Malloy came through it with a smooth heavy lunge and stopped dead； his feet planted and a wide pale grin on his face。
A Colt Army 。45 looked like a toy pistol in his hand。
〃Don't nobody try to fancy pants；〃 he said cozily。 〃Freeze the mitts on the bar。〃
The barman and I put our hands on the bar。
Moose Malloy looked the room over with a raking glance。 His grin was taut； nailed on。 He shifted his feet and moved silently across the room。 He looked like a man who could take a bank single…handed…even in those clothes。
He came to the bar。 〃Rise up； nigger；〃 he said softly。 The barman put his hands high in the air。 The big man stepped to my back and prowled me over carefully with his left hand。 His breath was hot on my neck。 It went away。
〃Mister Montgomery didn't know where Velma was neither；〃 he said。 〃He tried to tell me…with this。〃 His hard hand patted the gun。 I turned slowly and looked at him。 〃Yeah；〃 he said。 〃You'll know me。 You ain't forgetting me； pal。 Just tell them johns not to get careless is all。〃 He waggled the gun。 〃Well so long； punks。 I gotta catch a street car。〃
He started towards the head of the stairs。
〃You didn't pay for the drinks；〃 I said。
He stopped and looked at me carefully。
〃Maybe you got something there；〃 he said； 〃but I wouldn't squeeze it too hard。〃
He moved on； slipped through the double doors； and his steps sounded remotely going down the stairs。
The barman stooped。 I jumped around behind the counter and jostled him out of the way。 A sawed…off shotgun lay under a towel on a shelf under the bar。 Beside it was a cigar box。 In the cigar box was a 。38 automatic。 I took both of them。 The barman pressed back against the tier of glasses behind the bar。
I went back around the end of the bar and across the room to the gaping door behind the crap table。 There was a hallway behind it； L…shaped； almost lightless。 The bouncer lay sprawled on its floor unconscious； with a knife in his hand。 I leaned down and pulled the knife loose and threw it down a back stairway。 The bouncer breathed stertorously and his hand was limp。
I stepped over him and opened a door marked 〃Office〃 in flaked black paint。
There was a small scarred desk close to a partly boarded…up window。 The torso of a man was bolt upright in the chair。 The chair had a high back which just reached to the nape of the man's neck。 His head was folded back over the high back of the chair so that his nose pointed at the boarded…up window。 Just folded； like a handkerchief or a hinge。
A drawer of the desk was open at the man's right。 Inside was a newspaper with a smear of oil in the middle。 The gun would have e from there。 It had probably seemed like a good idea at the time； but the position of Mr。 Montgomery's head proved that the idea had been wrong。
There was a telephone on the desk。 I laid the sawed…off shotgun down and went over to lock the door before I called the police。 I felt safer that way and Mr。 Montgomery didn't seem to mind。
When the prowl car boys stamped up the stairs； the bouncer and the barman had disappeared and I had the place to myself。
3
A man named Nulty got the case； a lean…jawed sourpuss with long yellow hands which he kept folded over his kneecaps most of the time he talked to me。 He was a detective…lieutenant attached to the 77th Street Division and we talked in a bare room with two small desks against opposite walls and room to move between them； if two people didn't try it at once。 Dirty brown linoleum covered the floor and the smell of old cigar butts hung in the air。 Nulty's shirt was frayed and his coat sleeves had been turned in at the cuffs。 He looked poor enough to be honest； but he didn't look like a man who could deal with Moose Malloy。
He lit half of a cigar and threw the match on the floor； where a lot of pany was waiting for it。 His voice said bitterly：
〃Shines。 Another shine killing。 That's what I rate after eighteen years in this man's police department。 No pix； no space； not even four lines in the want…ad section。〃
I didn't say anything。 He picked my card up and read it again and threw it down。
〃Philip Marlowe； Private Investigator。 One of those guys； huh？ Jesus； you look tough enough。 What was you doing all that time？〃
〃All what time？〃
〃All the time this Malloy was twisting the neck of this smoke。〃
〃Oh； that happened in another room；〃 I said。 〃Malloy hadn't promised me he was going to break anybody's neck。〃
〃Ride me；〃 Nulty said bitterly。 〃Okey； go ahead and ride me。 Everybody else does。 What's another one matter？ Poor old Nulty。 Let's go on up and throw a couple of nifties at him。 Always good for a laugh； Nulty is。〃
〃I'm not trying to ride anybody；〃 I said。 〃That's the way it happened…in another room。〃
〃Oh； sure；〃 Nulty said through a fan of rank cigar smoke。 〃I was down there and saw； didn't I？ Don't you pack no rod？〃
〃Not on that kind of a job。〃
〃What kind of a job？〃
〃I was looking for a barber who had run away from his wife。 She thought he could be persuaded to e home。〃
〃You mean a dinge？〃
〃No； a Greek。〃
〃Okey；〃 Nulty said and spit into his wastebasket。 〃Okey。 You met the big guy how？〃
〃I told you already。 I just happened to be there。 He threw a Negro out of the doors of Florian's and I unwisely poked my head in to see what was happenin