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〃My God；〃 she wailed。 〃You look like Hamlet's father！〃
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The living room had a tan figured rug； white and rose chairs； a black marble fireplace with very tall brass andirons； high bookcases built back into the walls； and rough cream drapes against the lowered venetian blinds。
There was nothing womanish in the room except a full length mirror with a clear sweep of floor in front of it。
I was half…sitting and half…lying in a deep chair with my legs on a footstool。 I had had two cups of black coffee； then I had had a drink； then I had had two soft…boiled eggs and a slice of toast broken into them； then some more black coffee with brandy laced in it。 I had had all this in the breakfast room； but I couldn't remember what it looked like any more。 It was too long ago。
I was in good shape again。 I was almost sober and my stomach was bunting towards third base instead of trying for the centerfield flagpole。
Anne Riordan sat opposite me； leaning forward； her neat chin cupped in her neat hand； her eyes dark and shadowy under the fluffed out reddish…brown hair。 There was a pencil stuck through her hair。 She looked worried。 I had told her some of it； but not all。 Especially about Moose Malloy I had not told her。
〃I thought you were drunk；〃 she said。 〃I thought you had to be drunk before you came to see me。 I thought you had been out with that blonde。 I thought…I don't know what I thought。〃
〃I bet you didn't get all this writing；〃 I said； looking around。 〃Not even if you got paid for what you thought you thought。〃
〃And my dad didn't get it grafting on the cops either；〃 she said。 〃Like that fat slob they have for chief of police nowadays。〃
〃It's none of my business；〃 I said。
She said： 〃We had some lots at Del Rey。 Just sand lots they suckered him for。 And they turned out to be oil lots。〃
I nodded and drank out of the nice crystal glass I was holding。 What was in it had a nice warm taste。
〃A fellow could settle down here；〃 I said。 〃Move right in。 Everything set for him。〃
〃If he was that kind of fellow。 And anybody wanted him to；〃 she said。
〃No butler；〃 I said。 〃That makes it tough。〃
She flushed。 〃But you…you'd rather get your head beaten to a pulp and your arm riddled with dope needles and your chin used for a backboard in a basketball game。 God knows there's enough of it。〃
I didn't say anything。 I was too tired。
〃At least；〃 she said； 〃you had the brains to look in those mouthpieces。 The way you talked over on Aster Drive I thought you had missed the whole thing。〃
〃Those cards don't mean anything。〃
Her eyes snapped at me。 〃You sit there and tell me that after the man had you beaten up by a couple of crooked policemen and thrown in a two…day liquor cure to teach you to mind your own business？ Why the thing stands out so far you could break off a yard of it and still have enough left for a baseball bat。〃
〃I ought to have said that one；〃 I said。 〃Just my style。 Crude。 What sticks out？〃
〃That this elegant psychic person is nothing but a high…class mobster。 He picks the prospects and milks the minds and then tells the rough boys to go out and get the jewels。〃
〃You really think that？〃
She stared at me。 I finished my glass and got my weak look on my face again。 She ignored it。
〃Of course I think it；〃 she said。 〃And so do you。〃
〃I think it's a little more plicated than that。〃
Her smile was cozy and acid at the same time。 〃I beg your pardon。 I forgot for the moment you were a detective。 It would have to be plicated； wouldn't it？ I suppose there's a sort of indecency about a simple case。〃
〃It's more plicated than that；〃 I said。
〃All right。 I'm listening。〃
〃I don't know。 I just think so。 Can I have one more drink？〃
She stood up。 〃You know； you'll have to taste water sometime； just for the hell of it。〃 She came over and took my glass。 〃This is going to be the last。〃 She went out of the room and somewhere ice cubes tinkled and I closed my eyes and listened to the small unimportant sounds。 I had no business ing here。 If they knew as much about me as I suspected； they might e here looking。 That would be a mess。
She came back with the glass and her fingers cold from holding the cold glass touched mine and I held them for a moment and then let them go slowly as you let go of a dream when you wake with the sun in your face and have been in an enchanted valley。
She flushed and went back to her chair and sat down and made a lot of business of arranging herself in it。
She lit a cigarette； watching me drink。
〃Amthor's a pretty ruthless sort of lad；〃 I said。 〃But I don't somehow see him as the brain guy of a jewel mob。 Perhaps I'm wrong。 If he was and he thought I had something on him； I don't think I'd have got out of that dope hospital alive。 But he's a man who has things to fear。 He didn't get really tough until I began to babble about invisible writing。〃
She looked at me evenly。 〃Was there some？〃
I grinned。 〃If there was； I didn't read it。〃
〃That's a funny way to hide nasty remarks about a person； don't you think？ In the mouthpieces of cigarettes。 Suppose they were never found。〃
〃I think the point is that Marriott feared something and that if anything happened to him； the cards would be found。 The police would go over anything in his pockets with a fine…tooth b。 That's what bothers me。 If Amthor's a crook； nothing would have been left to find。〃
〃You mean if Amthor murdered him…or had him murdered？ But what Marriott knew about Amthor may not have had any direct connection with the murder。〃
I leaned back and pressed my back into the chair and finished my drink and made believe I was thinking that over。 I nodded。
〃But the jewel robbery had a connection with the murder。 And we're assuming Amthor had a connection with the jewel robbery。〃
Her eyes were a little sly； 〃I bet you feel awful；〃 she said。 〃Wouldn't you like to go to bed？〃
〃Here？〃
She flushed to the roots of her hair。 Her chin stuck out。 〃That was the idea。 I'm not a child。 Who the devil cares what I do or when or how？〃
I put my glass aside and stood up。 〃One of my rare moments of delicacy is ing over me；〃 I said。 〃Will you drive me to a taxi stand； if you're not too tired？〃
〃You damned sap；〃 she said angrily。 〃You've been beaten to a pulp and shot full of God knows how many kinds of narcotics and I suppose all you need is a night's sleep to get up bright and early and start out being a detective again。〃
〃I thought I'd sleep a little late。〃
〃You ought to be in a hospital； you damn fool！〃
I shuddered。 〃Listen；〃 I said。 〃I'm not very clear…headed tonight and I don't think I ought to linger around here too long。 I haven't a thing on any of these people that I could prove； but they seem to dislike me。 Whatever I might say would be my word against the law； and the law in this town seems to be pretty rotten。〃
〃It's a nice town；〃 she said sharply； a little breathlessly。 〃You can't judge…〃
〃Okey； it's a nice town。 So is Chicago。 You could live there a long time and not see a Tommygun。 Sure； it's a nice town。 It's probably no crookeder than Los Angeles。 But you can only buy a piece of a big city。 You can buy a town this size all plete； with the original box and tissue paper。 That's the differenc