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ian bodyguard I couldn't handle。 So the Indian held me and Amthor beat me up with my own gun。 Then he sent for a couple of cops。 They happened to be Galbraith and Mister Blane。 Could this interest you at all？〃
Chief Wax flapped his hands on his desk top very gently。 He folded his eyes almost shut； but not quite。 The cool gleam of his eyes shone between the thick lids and it shone straight at me。 He sat very still； as if listening。 Then he opened his eyes and smiled。
〃And what happened then？〃 he inquired； polite as a bouncer at the Stork Club。
〃They went through me； took me away in their car； dumped me out on the side of a mountain and socked me with a sap as I got out。〃
He nodded； as if what I had said was the most natural thing in the world。 〃And this was in Stillwood Heights；〃 he said softly。
〃Yeah。〃
〃You know what I think you are？〃 He leaned a little over the desk； but not far； on account of his stomach being in the way。
〃A liar；〃 I said。
〃The door is there；〃 he said； pointing to it with the little finger of his left hand。
I didn't move。 I kept on looking at him。 When he started to get mad enough to push his buzzer I said： 〃Let's not both make the same mistake。 You think I'm a small time private dick trying to push ten times his own weight； trying to make a charge against a police officer that； even if it was true； the officer would take damn good care couldn't be proved。 Not at all。 I'm not making any plaints。 I think the mistake was natural。 I want to square myself with Amthor and I want your man Galbraith to help me do it。 Mister Blane needn't bother。 Galbraith will be enough。 And I'm not here without backing。 I have important people behind me。〃
〃How far behind？〃 the Chief asked and chuckled wittily。
〃How far is 862 Aster Drive； where Mr。 Merwin Lockridge Grayle lives？〃
His face changed so pletely that it was as if another man sat in his chair。 〃Mrs。 Grayle happens to be my client；〃 I said。
〃Lock the doors；〃 he said。 〃You're a younger man than I am。 Turn the bolt knobs。 Well make a friendly start on this thing。 You have an honest face； Marlowe。〃
I got up and locked the doors。 When I got back to the desk along the blue carpet； the Chief had a nice looking bottle out and two glasses。 He tossed a handful of cardamon seeds on his blotter and filled both glasses。
We drank。 He cracked a few cardamon seeds and we chewed them silently； looking into each other's eyes。
〃That tasted right；〃 he said。 He refilled the glasses。 It was my turn to crack the cardamon seeds。 He swept the shells off his blotter to the floor and smiled and leaned back。
〃Now let's have it；〃 he said。 〃Has this job you are doing for Mrs。 Grayle anything to do with Amthor？〃
〃There's a connection。 Better check that I'm telling you the truth； though。〃
〃There's that；〃 he said and reached for his phone。 Then he took a small book out of his vest and looked up a number。 〃Campaign contributors；〃 he said and winked。 〃The Mayor is very insistent that all courtesies be extended。 Yes； here it is。〃 He put the book away and dialed。
He had the same trouble with the butler that I had。 It made his ears get red。 Finally he got her。 His ears stayed red。 She must have been pretty sharp with him。 〃She wants to talk to you；〃 he said and pushed the phone across his broad desk。
〃This is Phil；〃 I said； winking naughtily at the Chief。
There was a cool provocative laugh。 〃What are you doing with that fat slob？〃
〃There's a little drinking being done。〃
〃Do you have to do it with him？〃
〃At the moment； yes。 Business。 I said； is there anything new？ I guess you know what I mean。〃
〃No。 Are you aware； my good fellow； that you stood me up for an hour the other night？ Did I strike you as the kind of girl that lets that sort of thing happen to her？〃
〃I ran into trouble。 How about tonight？〃
〃Let me see…tonight is…what day of the week is it for heaven's sake？〃
〃I'd better call you；〃 I said。 〃I may not be able to make it。 This is Friday。〃
〃Liar。〃 The soft husky laugh came again。 〃It's Monday。 Same time； same place…and no fooling this time？〃
〃I'd better call you。〃
〃You'd better be there。〃
〃I can't be sure。 Let me call you。〃
〃Hard to get？ I see。 Perhaps I'm a fool to bother。〃
〃As a matter of fact you are。〃
〃Why？〃
〃I'm a poor man； but I pay my own way。 And it's not quite as soft a way as you would like。〃
〃Damn you； if you're not there…〃
〃I said I'd call you。〃
She sighed。 〃All men are the same。〃
〃So are all women…after the first nine。〃
She damned me and hung up。 The Chief's eyes popped so far out of his head they looked as if they were on stilts。
He filled both glasses with a shaking hand and pushed one at me。
〃So it's like that；〃 he said very thoughtfully。
〃Her husband doesn't care；〃 I said； 〃so don't make a note of it。〃
He looked hurt as he drank his drink。 He cracked the cardamon seeds very slowly； very thoughtfully。 We drank to each other's baby blue eyes。 Regretfully the Chief put the bottle and glasses out of sight and snapped a switch on his call box。
〃Have Galbraith e up； if he's in the building。 If not； try and get in touch with him for me。〃
I got up and unlocked the doors and sat down again。 We didn't wait long。 The side door was tapped on； the Chief called out； and Hemingway stepped into the room。
He walked solidly over to the desk and and stopped at the end of it and looked at Chief Wax with the proper expression of tough humility。
〃Meet Mr。 Philip Marlowe；〃 the Chief said genially。 〃A private dick from L。A。〃
Hemingway turned enough to look at me。 If he had ever seen me before； nothing in his face showed it。 He put a hand out and I put a hand out and he looked at the Chief again。
〃Mr。 Marlowe has a rather curious story；〃 the Chief said； cunning； like Richelieu behind the arras。 〃About a man named Amthor who has a place in Stillwood Heights。 He's some sore of crystal…gazer。 It seems Marlowe went to see him and you and Blane happened in about the same time and there was an argument of some kind。 I forget the details。〃 He looked out of his windows with the expression of a man forgetting details。
〃Some mistake；〃 Hemingway said。 〃I never saw this man before。〃
〃There was a mistake； as a matter of fact；〃 the Chief said dreamily。 〃Rather trifling； but still a mistake。 Mr。 Marlowe thinks it of slight importance。〃
Hemingway looked at me again。 His face still looked like a stone face。
〃In fact he's not even interested in the mistake；〃 the Chief dreamed on。 〃But he is interested in going to call on this man Amthor who lives in Stillwood Heights。 He would like someone with him。 I thought of you。 He would like someone who would see that he got a square deal。 It seems that Mr。 Amthor has a very tough Indian bodyguard and Mr。 Marlowe is a little inclined to doubt his ability to handle the situation without help。 Do you think you could find out where this Amthor lives？〃
〃Yeah；〃 Hemingway said。 〃But Stillwood Heights is over the line； Chief。 This just a personal favor to a friend of yours？〃
〃You might put it that way；〃 the Chief said； looking at his left thumb。 〃We wouldn't want to do anything not strictly legal； of course。〃
〃Yeah；〃 Hemingway said。 〃No。〃 He coughed。 〃When do we go？〃
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