Raymond Chandler by The High Window

Author:The High Window
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Marlowe, Los Angeles (Calif.), Private Investigators, Detective and Mystery Stories, Los Angeles (Calif.) - Fiction, Mystery & Detective, Philip (Fictitious Character), Political, Hard-Boiled, Private Investigators - California - Los Angeles - Fiction, General, California, Los Angeles, Fiction, Philip (Fictitious Character) - Fiction
ISBN: 9781400030170
Publisher: ISIS Large Print Books
Published: 1970-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

I carried the drink over to a small table against the wall and sat down there and lit a cigarette. Five minutes went by. The music that was coming through the fret had changed in tempo without my noticing it. A girl was singing. She had a rich deep down around the ankles contralto that was pleasant to listen to. She was singing Dark Eyes and the band behind her seemed to be falling asleep.

There was a heavy round of applause and some whistling when she ended.

A man at the next table said to his girl: “They got Linda Conquest back with the band. I heard she got married to some rich guy in Pasadena, but it didn’t take.”

The girl said: “Nice voice. If you like female crooners.”

I started to get up but a shadow fell across my table and a man was standing there.

A great long gallows of a man with a ravaged face and a haggard frozen right eye that had a clotted iris and the steady look of blindness. He was so tall that he had to stoop to put his hand on the back of the chair across the table from me. He stood there sizing me up without saying anything and I sat there sipping the last of my drink and listening to the contralto voice singing another song. The customers seemed to like corny music in there. Perhaps they were all tired out trying to be ahead of the minute in the place where they worked.

“I’m Prue,” the man said in his harsh whisper.

“So I gathered. You want to talk to me, I want to talk to you, and I want to talk to the girl that just sang.”

“Let’s go.”

There was a locked door at the back end of the bar. Prue unlocked it and held it for me and we went through that and up a flight of carpeted steps to the left. A long straight hallway with several closed doors. At the end of it a bright star cross-wired by the mesh of a screen. Prue knocked on a door near the screen and opened it and stood aside for me to pass him.

It was a cozy sort of office, not too large. There was a built-in upholstered corner seat by the french windows and a man in a white dinner jacket was standing with his back to the room, looking out. He had gray hair. There was a large black and chromium safe, some filing cases, a large globe in a stand, a small built-in bar, and the usual broad heavy executive desk with the usual high-backed padded leather chair behind it.

I looked at the ornaments on the desk. Everything standard and all copper. A copper lamp, pen set and pencil tray, a glass and copper ashtray with a copper elephant on the rim, a copper letter opener, a copper thermos bottle on a copper tray, copper corners on the blotter holder. There was a spray of almost copper-colored sweet peas in a copper vase.

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