The Big Sleep Farewell My Lovely by Raymond Chandler

Author:Raymond Chandler [Chandler, Raymond]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery
ISBN: 9780679601401
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Publisher: Modern Library
Published: 1939-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

SIX

Nulty didn’t seem to have moved. He sat in his chair in the same attitude of sour patience. But there were two more cigar stubs in his ashtray and the floor was a little thicker in burnt matches.

I sat down at the vacant desk and Nulty turned over a photo that was lying face down on his desk and handed it to me. It was a police mug, front and profile, with a fingerprint classification underneath. It was Malloy all right, taken in a strong light, and looking as if he had no more eyebrows than a French roll.

“That’s the boy.” I passed it back.

“We got a wire from Oregon State pen on him,” Nulty said. “All time served except his copper. Things look better. We got him cornered. A prowl car was talking to a conductor the end of the Seventh Street line. The conductor mentioned a guy that size, looking like that. He got off Third and Alexandria. What he’ll do is break into some big house where the folks are away. Lots of ’em there, old-fashioned places too far downtown now and hard to rent. He’ll break in one and we got him bottled. What you been doing?”

“Was he wearing a fancy hat and white golf balls on his jacket?”

Nulty frowned and twisted his hands on his kneecaps. “No, a blue suit. Maybe brown.”

“Sure it wasn’t a sarong?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, funny. Remind me to laugh on my day off.”

I said: “That wasn’t the Moose. He wouldn’t ride a street car. He had money. Look at the clothes he was wearing. He couldn’t wear stock sizes. They must have been made to order.”

“Okey, ride me,” Nulty scowled. “What you been doing?”

“What you ought to have done. This place called Florian’s was under the same name when it was a white night trap. I talked to a Negro hotelman who knows the neighborhood. The sign was expensive so the shines just went on using it when they took over. The man’s name was Mike Florian. He’s dead some years, but his widow is still around. She lives at 1644 West 54th Place. Her name is Jessie Florian. She’s not in the phone book, but she is in the city directory.”

“Well, what do I do—date her up?” Nulty asked.

“I did it for you. I took in a pint of bourbon with me. She’s a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud and if she has washed her hair since Coolidge’s second term, I’ll eat my spare tire, rim and all.”

“Skip the wisecracks,” Nulty said.

“I asked Mrs. Florian about Velma. You remember, Mr. Nulty, the redhead named Velma that Moose Malloy was looking for? I’m not tiring you, am I, Mr. Nulty?”

“What you sore about?”

“You wouldn’t understand. Mrs. Florian said she didn’t remember Velma. Her home is very shabby except for a new radio, worth seventy or eighty dollars.”

“You ain’t told me why that’s something I should start screaming about.”

“Mrs. Florian—Jessie to me—said her husband left her

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