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again。 The cylinders are in the right place。 One shot has been fired。 And your fingerprints are on the gun。〃
  The blond was very still; looking at him with haggard eyes。
  〃I forgot to tell you;〃 he said softly; 〃I wiped the gun off。 I thought it would be so much nicer to be sure your prints were on it。 I was pretty sure they werebut I felt as if I would like to be quite sure。 Get it?〃
  The girl said quietly: 〃You're going to turn me in?〃
  His back was towards me。 Dark clothes。 Felt hat pulled low。 So I couldn't see his face。 But I could just about see the leer with which he said:
  〃Yes; angel; I am going to turn you in。〃
  〃I see;〃 she said; and looked at him levelly。 There was a sudden grave dignity in her over…emphasized chorus girl's face。
  〃I'm going to turn you in; angel;〃 he said slowly; spacing his words as if he enjoyed his act。 〃Some people are going to be sorry for me and some people are going to laugh at me。 But it's not going to do my business any harm。 Not a bit of harm。 That's one nice thing about a business like mine。 A little notoriety won't hurt it at all。〃
  〃So I'm just publicity value to you; now;〃 she said。 〃Apart; of course; from the danger that you might have been suspected yourself。〃
  〃Just so;〃 he said。 〃Just so。〃
  〃How about my motive?〃 she asked; still calm; still leveleyed and so gravely contemptuous that he didn't get the expression at all。
  〃I don't know;〃 he said。 〃I don't care。 You were up to something with him。 Eddie tailed you downtown to a street on Bunker Hill where you met a blond guy in a brown suit。 You gave him something。 Eddie dropped you and tailed the guy to an apartment house near there。 He tried to tail him some more; but he had a hunch the guy spotted him; and he had to drop it。 I don't know what it was all about。 I know one thing; though。 In that apartment house a young guy named Phillips was shot yesterday。 Would you know anything about that; my sweet?〃
  The blond said: 〃I wouldn't know anything about it。 I don't know anybody named Phillips and strangely enough I didn't just run up and shoot anybody out of sheer girlish fun。〃
  〃But you shot Vannier; my dear;〃 Morny said almost gently。 
  〃Oh yes;〃 she drawled。 〃Of course。 We were wondering what my motive was。 You get it figured out yet?〃
  〃You can work that out with the johns;〃 he snapped。 〃Call it a lover's quarrel。 Call it anything you like。〃
  〃Perhaps;〃 she said; 〃when he was drunk he looked just a little like you。 Perhaps that was the motive。〃
  He said: 〃Ah;〃 and sucked his breath in。
  〃Better looking;〃 she said。 〃Younger; with less belly。 But with the same goddamned self…satisfied smirk。〃
  〃Ah;〃 Morny said; and he was suffering。
  〃Would that do?〃 she asked him softly。
  He stepped forward and swung a fist。 It caught her on the side of the face and she went down and sat on the floor; a long leg straight out in front of her; one hand to her jaw; her very blue eyes looking up at him。
  〃Maybe you oughtn't to have done that;〃 she said。 〃Maybe I won't go through with it; now。〃
  〃You'll go through with it; all right。 You won't have any choice。 You'll get off easy enough。 Christ; I know that。 With your looks。 But you'll go through with it; angel。 Your fingerprints are on that gun。〃
  She got to her feet slowly; still with the hand to her jaw。 Then she smiled。 〃I knew he was dead;〃 she said。 〃That is my key in the door。 I'm quite willing to go downtown and say I shot him; But don't lay your smooth white paw on me againif you want my story。 Yes。 I'm quite willing to go to the cops。 I'll feel a lot safer with them than I feel with you。〃
  Morny turned and I saw the hard white leer of his face and the scar dimple in his cheek twitching。 He walked past the opening in the curtains。 The front door opened again。 The blond stood still a moment; looked back over her shoulder at the corpse; shuddered slightly; and passed out of my line of vision。
  The door closed。 Steps on the walk。 Then car doors opening and closing。 The motor throbbed; and the car went away。
 
 
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  After a long time I moved out from my hiding place and stood looking around the living room again。 I went over and picked the gun up and wiped it off very carefully and put it down again。 I picked the three rouge…stained cigarette stubs out of the tray on the table and carried them into the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet。 Then I looked around for the second glass with her fingerprints on it。 There wasn't any second glass。 The one that was half full of a dead drink I took to the kitchen and rinsed out and wiped on a dish towel。
  Then the nasty part。 I kneeled on the rug by his chair and picked up the gun and reached for the trailing bone…stiff hand。 The prints would not be good; but they would be prints and they would not be Lois Morny's。 The gun had a checked rubber grip; with a piece broken off on the left side below the screw。 No prints on that。 An index print on the right side of the barrel; two fingers on the trigger guard; a thumb print on the flat piece on the left side; behind the chambers。 Good enough。
  I took one more look around the living room。
  I put the lamp down to a lower light。 It still glared too much on the dead yellow face。 I opened the front door; pulled the key out and wiped it off and pushed it back into the lock。 I shut the door and wiped the thumblatch off and went my way down the block to the Mercury。
  I drove back to Hollywood and locked the car up and started along the sidewalk past the other parked cars to the entrance of the Bristol。
  A harsh whisper spoke to me out of darkness; out of a car。 It spoke my name。 Eddie Prue's long blank face hung somewhere up near the roof of a small Packard; behind its wheel。 He was alone in it。 I leaned on the door of the car and looked in at him。
  〃How you making out; shamus?〃
  I tossed a match down and blew smoke at his face。 I said: 〃Who dropped that dental supply pany's bill you gave me last night? Vannier; or somebody else?〃
  〃Vannier。〃
  〃What was I supposed to do with itguess the life history of a man named Teager?〃
  〃I don't go for dumb guys;〃 Eddie Prue said。
  I said: 〃Why would he have it in his pocket to drop? And if he did drop it; why wouldn't you just hand it back to him? In other words; seeing that I'm a dumb guy; explain to me why a bill for dental supplies should get anybody all excited and start trying to hire private detectives。 Especially gents like Alex Morny; who don't like private detectives。〃
  〃Morny's a good head;〃 Eddie Prue said coldly。
  〃He's the fellow for whom they coined the phrase; 'as ignorant as an actor。'〃
  〃Skip that。 Don't you know what they use that dental stuff for?〃
  〃Yeah。 I found out。 They use albastone for making molds of teeth and cavities。 It's very hard; very fine grain and retains any amount of fine detail。 The other stuff; crystobolite; is used to cook out the wax in an invested wax model。 It's used because it stands a great deal of heat without distortion。 Tell me you don't know what I'm talking about。〃
  〃I guess you know how they make gold inlays;〃 Eddie Prue said。 〃I guess you do; huh?〃
  〃I spent two of my hours learning today。 I'm an expert。 What does it get me?〃
  He was silent for a little while; and then he said: 〃You ever read the paper?〃
  〃Once in a while。〃
  〃It couldn't be you read where an old guy named Morningstar was bumped off in the Belfont Building on Ninth Street; just two floors above where this H。 R。 Teager had his office。 It couldn't be you read that; could it?〃
  I didn't answer him。 He looked at me for a moment longer; then he put his hand forward to the dash and pushed the starter button。 The motor of his car caught and he started to ease in the clutch。
  〃Nobody could be as dumb as you act;〃 he said softly。 〃Nobody ain't。 Good night to you。〃
  The car moved away from the curb and drifted down the hill towards Franklin。 I was grinning into the distance as it disappeared。
  I went up to the apartment and unlocked the door and pushed it open a few inches and then knocked gently。 There was movement in the room。 The door was pulled open by a strong…looking girl with a black stripe on the cap of her white nurse's uniform。
  〃I'm Marlowe。 I live here。〃
  〃e in; Mr。 Marlowe。 Dr。 Moss told me。〃
  I shut the door quietly and we spoke in low voices。 〃How is she?〃 I asked。
  〃She's asleep。 She was already drowsy when I got here。 I'm Miss Lymington。 I don't know very much about her except that her temperature is normal and her pulse still rather fast; but going down。 A mental disturbance; I gather。〃
  〃She found a man murdered;〃 I said。 〃It shot her full of holes。 Is she hard enough asleep so that I could go in and get a few things to take to the hotel?〃
  〃Oh; yes。 If you're quiet。 She probably won't wake。 If she does; it won't matter。〃
  I went over and put some money on the desk。 〃There's coffee and bacon and eggs and bread and tomato juice and oranges and liquor here;〃 I said。 〃Anything else you'll have to phone for。〃
  〃I've already investigated your supplies;〃 she said; smiling。 〃We have all we need until after breakfast tomorrow。 Is she going to stay here?〃
  〃That's up to Dr。 Moss。 I thi

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