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Instead of pink snakes I had smoke。 So I yelled and a toughie in a white coat came and showed me a blackjack。 It took me a long time to get ready to take it away from him。 I got his keys and my clothes and even took my money out of his pocket。 So here I am。 All cured。 What were you saying？〃
〃I made no remark；〃 he said。
〃Remarks want you to make them；〃 I said。 〃They have their tongues hanging out waiting to be said。 This thing here…〃 I waved the blackjack lightly； 〃is a persuader。 I had to borrow it from a guy。〃
〃Please give it to me at once；〃 he said with a smile you would get to love。 It was like the executioner's smile when he es to your cell to measure you for the drop。 A little friendly； a little paternal； and a little cautious at the same time。 You would get to love it if there was any way you could live long enough。
I dropped the blackjack into his palm； his left palm。
〃Now the gun； please；〃 he said softly。 〃You have been a very sick man； Mr。 Marlowe。 I think I shall have to insist that you go back to bed。〃
I stared at him。
〃I am Dr。 Sonderborg；〃 he said； 〃and I don't want any nonsense。〃
He laid the blackjack down on the desk in front of him。 His smile was as stiff as a frozen fish。 His long fingers made movements like dying butterflies。
〃The gun； please；〃 he said softly。 〃I advise strongly…〃
〃What time is it； warden？〃
He looked mildly surprised。 I had my wrist watch on now； but it had run down。
〃It is almost midnight。 Why？〃
〃What day is it？〃
〃Why； my dear sir…Sunday evening； of course。〃
I steadied myself on the desk and tried to think and held the gun close enough to him so that he might try and grab it。
〃That's over forty…eight hours。 No wonder I had fits。 Who brought me here？〃
He stared at me and his left hand began to edge towards the gun。 He belonged to the Wandering Hand Society。 The girls would have had a time with him。
〃Don't make me get tough；〃 I whined。 〃Don't make me lose my beautiful manners and my flawless English； Just tell me how I got here。〃
He had courage。 He grabbed for the gun。 It wasn't where he grabbed。 I sat back and put it in my lap。
He reddened and grabbed for the whiskey and poured himself another drink and downed it fast。 He drew a deep breath and shuddered。 He didn't like the taste of liquor。 Dopers never do。
〃You will be arrested at once； if you leave here；〃 he said sharply。 〃You were properly mitted by an officer of the law…〃
〃Officers of the law can't do it。〃
That jarred him； a little。 His yellowish face began to work。
〃Shake it up and pour it；〃 I said。 〃Who put me in here； why and how？ I'm in a wild mood tonight。 I want to go dance in the foam。 I hear the banshees calling。 I haven't shot a man in a week。 Speak out； Dr。 Fell。 Pluck the antique viol； let the soft music float。〃
〃You are suffering from narcotic poisoning；〃 he said coldly。 〃You very nearly died。 I had to give you digitalis three times。 You fought； you screamed； you had to be restrained。〃 His words were ing so fast they were leap…frogging themselves。 〃If you leave my hospital in this condition； you will get into serious trouble。〃
〃Did you say you were a doctor…a medical doctor？〃
〃Certainly。 I am Dr。 Sonderborg； as I told you。〃
〃You don't scream and fight from narcotic poisoning。 You just lie in a a。 Try again。 And skim it。 All I want is the cream。 Who put me in your private funny house？〃
〃But…〃
〃But me no buts。 I'll make a sop of you。 I'll drown you in a butt of Maimsey wine。 I wish I had a butt of Malmsey wine myself to drown in。 Shakespeare。 He knew his liquor too。 Let's have a little of our medicine。〃 I reached for his glass and poured us a couple more。 〃Get on with it； Karloff。〃
〃The police put you in here。〃
〃What police？〃
〃The Bay City police naturally。〃 His restless yellow fingers twisted his glass。 〃This is Bay City。〃
〃Oh。 Did this police have a name？〃
〃A Sergeant Galbraith； I believe。 Not a regular patrol car officer。 He and another officer found you wandering outside the house in a dazed condition on Friday night。 They brought you in because this place was close。 I thought you were an addict who had taken an overdose。 But perhaps I was wrong。〃
〃It's a good story。 I couldn't prove it wrong。 But why keep me here？〃
He spread his restless hands。 〃I have told you again and again that you were a very sick man and still are。 What would you expect me to do？〃
〃I must owe you some money then。〃
He shrugged。 〃Naturally。 Two hundred dollars。〃
I pushed my chair back a little。 〃Dirt cheap。 Try and get it。〃
〃If you leave here；〃 he said sharply； 〃you will be arrested at once。〃
I leaned back over the desk and breathed in his face。 〃Not just for going out of here； Karloff。 Open that wall safe。〃
He stood up in a smooth lunge； 〃This has gone quite far enough。〃
〃You won't open it？〃
〃I most certainly will not open it。〃
〃This is a gun I'm holding。〃
He smiled； narrowly and bitterly。
〃It's an awful big safe；〃 I said。 〃New too。 This is a fine gun。 You won't open it？〃
Nothing changed in his face。
〃Damn it；〃 I said。 〃When you have a gun in your hand； people are supposed to do anything you tell them to。 It doesn't work； does it？〃
He smiled。 His smile held a sadistic pleasure。 I was slipping back。 I was going to collapse。
I staggered at the desk and he waited； his lips parted softly。
I stood leaning there for a long moment； staring into his eyes。 Then I grinned。 The smile fell off his face like a soiled rag。 Sweat stood out on his forehead。
〃So long；〃 I said。 〃I leave you to dirtier hands than mine。〃
I backed to the door and opened it and went out。
The front doors were unlocked。 There was a roofed porch。 The garden hummed with flowers。 There was a white picket fence and a gate。 The house was on a corner。 It was a cool； moist night； no moon。
The sign on the corner said Descanso Street。 Houses were lighted down the block。 I listened for sirens。 None came。 The other sign said Twenty…third Street。 I plowed over to Twenty…fifth Street and started towards the eight…hundred block。 No。 819 was Anne Riordan's number。 Sanctuary。
I had walked a long time before I realized that I was still holding the gun in my hand。 And I had heard no sirens。
I kept on walking。 The air did me good； but the whiskey was dying； and it writhed as it died。 The block had fir trees along it； and brick houses； and looked like Capitol Hill in Seattle more than Southern California。
There was a light still in No。 819。 It had a white porte…cochere； very tiny； pressed against a tall cypress hedge。 There were rose bushes in front of the house。 I went up the walk。 I listened before I pushed the bell。 Still no sirens wailing。 The bell chimed and after a little while a voice croaked through one of those electrical contraptions that let you talk with your front door locked。
〃What is it； please？〃
〃Marlowe。〃
Maybe her breath caught； maybe the electrical thing just made that sound being shut off。
The door opened wide and Miss Anne Riordan stood there in a pale green slack suit looking at me。 Her eyes went wide and scared。 Her face under the glare of the porchlight was suddenly pale。
〃My God；〃 she wailed。 〃You look like Hamlet's father！〃
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