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e splash would e back up to you from the bottom of that well； so tiny； so remote that you could hardly believe a well like that possible。
His eyes were deep like that。 And they were also eyes without expression； without soul； eyes that could watch lions tear a man to pieces and never change； that could watch a man impaled and screaming in the hot sun with his eyelids cut off。
He wore a double…breasted black business suit that had been cut by an artist。 He stared vaguely at my fingers。
〃Please do not fidget；〃 he said。 〃It breaks the waves； disturbs my concentration。〃
〃It makes the ice melt； the butter run and the cat squawk；〃 I said。
He smiled the faintest smile in the world。 〃You didn't e here to be impertinent； I'm sure。〃
〃You seem to forget why I did e。 By the way； I gave that hundred dollar bill back to your secretary。 I came； as you may recall； about some cigarettes。 Russian cigarettes filled with marihuana。 With your card rolled in the hollow mouthpiece。
〃You wish to find out why that happened？〃
〃Yeah。 I ought to be paying you the hundred dollars。〃
〃That will not be necessary。 The answer is simple。 There are things I do not know。 This is one of them。〃
For a moment I almost believed him。 His face was as smooth as an angel's wing。
〃Then why send me a hundred dollars…and a tough Indian that stinks…and a car？ By the way； does the Indian have to stink？ If he's working for you； couldn't you sort of get him to take a bath？〃
〃He is a natural medium。 They are rare…like diamonds； and like diamonds； are sometimes found in dirty places。 I understand you are a private detective？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃I think you are a very stupid person。 You look stupid。 You are in a stupid business。 And you came here on a stupid mission。〃
〃I get it；〃 I said。 〃I'm stupid。 It sank in after a while。〃
〃And I think I need not detain you any longer。〃
〃You're not detaining me；〃 I said。 〃I'm detaining you。 I want to know why those cards were in those cigarettes。〃
He shrugged the smallest shrug that could be shrugged。 〃My cards are available to anybody。 I do not give my friends marihuana cigarettes。 Your question remains stupid。〃
〃I wonder if this would brighten it up any。 The cigarettes were in a cheap Chinese or Japanese case of imitation tortoiseshell。 Ever see anything like that？〃
〃No。 Not that I recall。〃
〃I can brighten it up a little more。 The case was in the pocket of a man named Lindsay Marriott。 Ever hear of him？〃
He thought。 〃Yes。 I tried at one time to treat him for camera shyness。 He was trying to get into pictures。 It was a waste of time。 Pictures did not want him。〃
〃I can guess that；〃 I said。 〃He would photograph like Isadora Duncan。 I've still got the big one left。 Why did you send me the C…note。〃
〃My dear Mr。 Marlowe；〃 he said coldly； 〃I am no fool。 I sin in a very sensitive profession。 I am a quack。 That is to say I do things which the doctors in their small frightened selfish guild cannot acplish。 I am in danger at all times…from people like you。 I merely wish to estimate the danger before dealing with it。〃
〃Pretty trivial in my case； huh？〃
〃It hardly exists；〃 he said politely and made a peculiar motion with his left hand which made my eyes jump at it。 Then he put it down very slowly on the white table and looked at it。 Then he raised his depthless eyes again and folded his arms。
〃Your hearing…〃
〃I smell it now；〃 I said。 〃I wasn't thinking of him。〃
I turned my head to the left。 The Indian was sitting on the third white stool against the black velvet。
He had some kind of a white smock on him over his other clothes。 He was sitting without a movement； his eyes dosed； his head bent forward a little； as if he had been asleep for an hour。 His dark strong face was full of shadows。
I looked back at Amthor。 He was smiling his minute smile。
〃I bet that makes the dowagers shed their false teeth；〃 I said。 〃What does he do for real money…sit on your knee and sing French songs？〃
He made an impatient gesture。 〃Get to the point； please。〃
〃Last night Marriott hired me to go with him on an expedition that involved paying some money to some crooks at a spot they picked。 I got knocked on the head。 When I came out of it Marriott had been murdered。〃
Nothing changed much in Amthor's face。 He didn't scream or run up the walls。 But for him the reaction was sharp。 He unfolded his arms and refolded them the other way。 His mouth looked grim。 Then he sat like a stone lion outside the Public Library。
〃The cigarettes were found on him；〃 I said。
He looked at me coolly。 〃But not by the police； I take it。 Since the police have not been here。〃
〃Correct。〃
〃The hundred dollars；〃 he said very softly； 〃was hardly enough。〃
〃That depends what you expect to buy with it〃
〃You have these cigarettes with you？〃
〃One of them。 But they don't prove anything。 As you said； anybody could get your cards。 I'm just wondering why they were where they were。 Any ideas？〃
〃How well did you know Mr。 Marriott？〃 he asked softly。
〃Not at all。 But I had ideas about him。 They were so obvious they stuck out。〃
Amthor tapped lightly on the white table。 The Indian still slept with his chin on his huge chest； his heavy…lidded eyes tight shut。
〃By the way； did you ever meet a Mrs。 Grayle； a wealthy lady who lives in Bay City？〃
He nodded absently。 〃Yes； I treated her centers of speech。 She had a very slight impediment。〃
〃You did a sweet job on her；〃 I said。 〃She talks as good as I do。〃
That failed to amuse him。 He still tapped on the table。 I listened to the taps。 Something about them I didn't like。 They sounded like a code。 He stopped； folded his arms again and leaned back against the air。
〃What I like about this job everybody knows everybody；〃 I said。 〃Mrs。 Grayle knew Marriott too。〃
〃How did you find that out？〃 he asked slowly。
I didn't say anything。
〃You will have to tell the police…about those cigarettes；〃 he said。
I shrugged。
〃You are wondering why I do not have you thrown out；〃 Amthor said pleasantly。 〃Second Planting could break your neck like a celery stalk。 I am wondering myself。 You seem to have some sort of theory。 Blackmail I do not pay。 It buys nothing…and I have many friends。 But naturally there are certain elements which would like to show me in a bad light。 Psychiatrists； sex specialists； neurologists； nasty little men with rubber hammers and shelves loaded with the literature of aberrations。 And of course they are all…doctors； While I am still a…quack。 What is your theory？〃
I tried to stare him down； but it couldn't be done； I felt myself licking my lips。
He shrugged lightly。 〃I can't blame you for wanting to keep it to yourself。 This is a matter that I must give thought to。 Perhaps you are a much more intelligent man than I thought。 I also make mistakes。 In the meantime…〃 He leaned forward and put a hand on each side of the milky globe。
〃I think Marriott was a blackmailer of women；〃 I said。 〃And finger man for a jewel mob。 But who told him what women to cultivate…so that he would know their ings and goings； get intimate with them； make love to them； make them load up with the ice and take them out； and then slip to a phone and tell the boys where to operate？〃
〃That；〃 Amthor sai