I shaved and showered and dressed and got my raincoat out and went downstairs and looked out of the front door. Across the street, a hundred feet up, a gray Plymouth sedan was parked. It was the same one that had tried to trail me around the day before, the same one that I had asked Eddie Mars about. There might be a cop in it, if a cop had that much time on his hands and wanted to waste it following me around. Or it might be a smoothie in the detective business trying to get a noseful of somebody else's case in order to chisel4 a way into it. Or it might be the Bishop5 of Bermuda disapproving6 of my night life. I went out back and got my convertible7 from the garage and drove it around front past the gray Plymouth. There was a small man in it, alone. He started up after me. He worked better in the rain. He stayed close enough so that I couldn't make a short block and leave that before he entered it, and he stayed back far enough so that other cars were between us most of the time. I drove down to the boulevard and parked in the lot next to my building and came out of there with my raincoat collar up and my hat brim low and the raindrops tapping icily at my face in between. The Plymouth was across the way at a fireplug. I walked down to the intersection8 and crossed with the green light and walked back, close to the edge of the sidewalk and the parked cars. The Plymouth hadn't moved. Nobody got out of it. I reached it and jerked open the door on the curb9 side. A small bright-eyed man was pressed back into the corner behind the wheel I stood and looked in at him, the rain thumping10 my back. His eyes blinked behind the swirling11 smoke of a cigarette. His hands tapped restlessly on the thin wheel. I said: "Can't you make your mind up?" He swallowed and the cigarette bobbed between his lips. "I don't think I know you," he said, in a tight little voice. "Marlowe's the name. The guy you've been trying to follow around for a couple of days." "I ain't following anybody, doc." "This jalopy is. Maybe you can't control it. Have it your own way. I'm now going to eat breakfast in the coffee shop across the street, orange juice, bacon and eggs, toast, honey, three or four cups of coffee and a toothpick. I am then going up to my office, which is on the seventh floor of the building right opposite you. If you have anything that's worrying you beyond endurance, drop up and chew it over. I'll only be oiling my machine gun." I left him blinking and walked away. Twenty minutes later I was airing the scrubwoman's Soir閑 d' Amour out of my office and opening up a thick, rough envelope addressed in a fine, old-fashioned, pointed12 handwriting. The envelope contained a brief formal note and a large mauve check for five hunched13 dollars, payable14 to Philip Marlowe and signed, Guy be Brisay Sternwood, by Vincent Norris. That made it a nice morning. I was making out a bank slip when the buzzer15 told me somebody had entered my two by four reception room. It was the little man from the Plymouth. "Fine," I said. "Come in and shed your coat." He slid past me carefully as I held the door, as carefully as though he feared I might plant a kick in his minute buttocks. We sat down and faced each other across the desk. He was a very small man, not more than five feet three and would hardly weigh as much as a butcher's thumb. He had tight brilliant eyes that wanted to look hard, and looked as hard as oysters16 on the half shell. He wore a double-breasted dark gray suit that was too wide in the shoulders and had too much lapel. Over this, open, an Irish tweed coat with some badly worn spots. A lot of foulard tie bulged17 out and was rainspotted above his crossed lapels. "Maybe you know me," he said. "I'm Harry18 Jones." I said I didn't know him. I pushed a flat tin of cigarettes at him. His small neat fingers speared one like a trout19 taking the fly. He lit it with the desk lighter20 and waved his hand. "I been around," he said. "Know the boys and such. Used to do a little liquor-running down from HuenemePoint. A touch racket, brother. Riding the scout21 car with a gun in your lap and a wad on your hip22 that would choke a coal chute. Plenty of times we paid off four sets of law before we hit Beverly Hills. A tough racket." "Terrible," I said. He leaned back and blew smoke at the ceiling from the small tight corner of his small tight mouth. "Maybe you don't believe me," he said. "Maybe I don't," I said. "And maybe I do. And then again maybe I haven't bothered to make my mind up. Just what is the build-up supposed to do to me?" "Nothing," he said tartly23. "You've been following me around for a couple, of days," I said. "Like a fellow trying to pick up a girl and lacking the last inch of nerve. Maybe you're selling insurance. Maybe you knew a fellow called Joe Brody. That's a lot of maybes, but I have a lot on hand in my business." His eyes bulged and his lower lip almost fell in his lap. "Christ, how'd you know that?" he snapped. "I'm psychic24. Shake your business up and pour it. I haven't got all day." The brightness of his eyes almost disappeared between the suddenly narrowed lids. There was silence. The rain pounded down on the flat tarred roof over the Mansion25 House lobby below my windows. His eyes opened a little, shined again, and his voice was full of thought. "I was trying to get a line on you, sure," he said. "I've got something to sell--cheap, for a couple of C notes. How'd you tie me to Joe?" I opened a letter and read it. It offered me a six months' correspondence course in fingerprinting26 at a special professional discount. I chopped it into the waste basket and looked at the little man again. "Don't mind me. I was just guessing. You're not a cop. You don't belong to Eddie Mars' outfit27. I asked him last night. I couldn't think of anybody else but Joe Brody's friends who would be that much interested in me." "Jesus," he said and licked his lower lip. His face had turned white as paper when I mentioned Eddie Mars. His mouth drooped28 open and his cigarette hung to the corner of it by some magic, as if it had grown there. "Aw, you're kidding me," he said at last, with the sort of smile the operating room sees. "All right. I'm kidding you." I opened another letter. This one wanted to send me a daily newsletter from Washington, all inside stuff, straight from the cookhouse. "I suppose Agnes is loose," I added. "Yeah. She sent me. You interested?" "Well--she's a blonde." "Nuts. You made a crack when you were up there that night--the night Joe got squibbed off. Something about Brody must have known something good about the Sternwoods or he wouldn't have taken the chance on that picture he sent them." "Uh-huh. So he had? What was it?" "That's what the two hundred bucks29 pays for." I dropped some more fan mail into the basket and lit myself a fresh cigarette. "We gotta get out of town," he said. "Agnes is a nice girl. You can't hold that stuff on her. It's not so easy for a dame30 to get by these days." "She's too big for you," I said. "She'll roll on you and smother31 you." "That's kind of a dirty crack, brother," he said with something that was near enough to dignity to make me stare at him. I said: "You're right. I've been meeting the wrong kind of people lately. Let's cut out the gabble and get down to cases. What have you got for the money?" "Would you pay for it?" "If it does what?""If it helps you find Rusty32 Regan." "I'm not looking for Rusty Regan." "Says you. Want to hear it or not?" "Go ahead and chirp33. I'll pay for anything I use. Two C notes buys a lot of information in my circle." "Eddie Mars had Regan bumped off," he said calmly, and leaned back as if he had just been made a vice-president. I waved a hand in the direction of the door. "I wouldn't even argue with you," I said. "I wouldn't waste the oxygen. On your way, small size." He leaned across the desk, white lines at the corners of his mouth. He snubbed his cigarette out carefully, over and over again, without looking at it. From behind a communicating door came the sound of a typewriter clacking monotonously34 to the bell, to the shift, line after line. "I'm not kidding," he said. "Beat it. Don't bother me. I have work to do." "No you don't," he said sharply. "I ain't that easy. I came here to speak my piece and I'm speaking it. I knew Rusty myself. Not well, well enough to say 'How's a boy?' and he'd answer me or he wouldn't, according to how he felt. A nice guy though. I always liked him. He was sweet on a singer named Mona Grant. Then she changed her name to Mars. Rusty got sore and married a rich dame that hung around the joints35 like she couldn't sleep well at home. You know all about her, tall, dark, enough looks for a Derby winner, but the type would put a lot of pressure on a guy. High-strung. Rusty wouldn't get along with her. But Jesus, he'd get along with her old man's dough36, wouldn't he? That's what you think. This Regan was a cockeyed sort of buzzard. He had long-range eyes. He was looking over into the next valley all the time. He wasn't scarcely around where he was. I don't think he gave a damn about dough. And coming from me, brother, that's a compliment." The little man wasn't so dumb after all. A three for a quarter grifter wouldn't even think such thoughts, much less know how to express them. I said: "So he ran away." "He started to run away, maybe. With this girl Mona. She wasn't living with Eddie Mars, didn't like his rackets. Especially the side lines, like blackmail37, bent38 cars, hideouts for hot boys from the east, and so on. The talk was Regan told Eddie one night, right out in the open, that if he ever messed Mona up in any criminal rap, he'd be around to see him." "Most of this is on the record, Harry," I said. "You can't expect money for that." "I'm coming to what isn't. So Regan blew. I used to see him every afternoon in Vardi's drinking Irish whiskey and staring at the wall. He don't talk much any more. He'd give me a bet now and then, which was what I was there for, to pick up bets for Puss Walgreen." "I thought he was in the insurance business." "That's what it says on the door. I guess he'd sell you insurance at that, if you tramped on him. Well, about the middle of September I don't see Regan any more. I don't notice it right away. You know how it is. A guy's there and you see him and then he ain't there and you don't not see him until something makes you think of it. What makes me think about it is I hear a guy say laughing that Eddie Mars' woman lammed out with Rusty Regan and Mars is acting39 like he was best man, instead of being sore. So I tell Joe Brody and Joe was smart." "Like hell he was," I said. "Not copper40 smart, but still smart. He's out for the dough. He gets to figuring could he get a line somehow on the two lovebirds he could maybe collect twice--once from Eddie Mars and once from Regan's wife. Joe knew the family a little." "Five grand worth," I said. "He nicked them for that a while back.""Yeah?" Harry Jones looked mildly surprised. "Agnes ought to of told me that. There's a frail41 for you. Always holding out. Well, Joe and me watch the papers and we don't see anything, so we know old Sternwood has a blanket on it. Then one day I see Lash42 Canino in Vardi's. Know him?" I shook my head. "There's a boy that is tough like some guys think they are tough. He does a job for Eddie Mars when Mars needs him--trouble-shooting. He'd bump a guy off between drinks. When Mars don't need him he don't go near him. And he don't stay in L.A. Well it might be something and it might not. Maybe they got a line on Regan and Mars has just been sitting back with a smile on his puss, waiting for the chance. Then again it might be something else entirely43. Anyway I tell Joe and Joe gets on Casino's tail. He can tail me, I'm no good at it. I'm giving that one away. No charge. And Joe tails Canino out to the Sternwood place and Canino parks outside the estate and a car come up beside him with a girl in it. They talk for a while and Joe thinks the girl passes something over, like maybe dough. The girl beats it. It's Regan's wife. Okey, she knows Canino and Canino knows Mars. So Joe figures Canino knows something about Regan and is trying to squeeze a little on the side for himself. Canino blows and Joe loses him. End of Act One." "What does this Canino look like?" "Short, heavy set, brown hair, brown eyes, and always wears brown clothes and a brown hat. Even wears a brown suede44 raincoat. Drives a brown coupe. Everything brown for Mr. Canino." "Let's have Act Two," I said. "Without some dough that's all." "I don't see two hundred bucks in it. Mrs. Regan married an ex-bootlegger out of the joints. She'd know other people of his sort. She knows Eddie Mars well. If she thought anything had happened to Regan, Eddie would be the very man she'd go to, and Canino might be the man Eddie would pick to handle the assignment. Is that all you have?" "Would you give the two hundred to know where Eddie's wife is?" the little man asked calmly. He had all my attention now. I almost cracked the arms of my chair leaning on them. "Even if she was alone?" Harry Jones added in a soft, rather sinister45 tone. "Even if she never run away with Regan at all, and was being kept now about forty miles from LA. in a hideout--so the law would keep on thinking she had dusted with him? Would you pay two hundred bucks for that, shamus?" I licked my lips. They tasted dry and salty. "I think I would," I said. "Where?" "Agnes found her," he said grimly. "Just by a lucky break. Saw her out riding and managed to tail her home. Agnes will tell you where that is--when she's holding the money in her hand." I made a hard face at him. "You could tell the coppers46 for nothing, Harry. They have some good wreckers down at Central these days. If they killed you trying they still have Agnes." "Let 'em try," he said. "I ain't so brittle47." "Agnes must have something I didn't notice." "She's a grifter, shamus. I'm a grifter. We're all grifters. So we sell each other out for a nickel. Okey. See can you make me." He reached for another of my cigarettes, placed it neatly48 between his lips and lit it with a match the way I do myself, missing twice on his thumbnail and then using his foot. He puffed49 evenly and stared at me level-eyed, a funny little hard guy I could have thrown from home plate to second base. A small man in a big man's world. There was some thing I liked about him. "I haven't pulled anything in here," he said steadily50. "I come in talking two C's. That's still the price. I come because I thought I'd get a take it or leave it, one right gee51 to another. Now you're waving cops at me. You oughta be ashamed of yourself."I said: "You'll get the two hundred--for that information. I have to get the money myself first." He stood up and nodded and pulled his worn little Irish tweed coat tight around his chest "That's okey. After dark is better anyway. It's a leery job--buckin' guys like Eddie Mars. But a guy has to eat. The book's been pretty dull lately. I think the big boys have told Puss Walgreen to move on. Suppose you come over there to the office, Fulwider Building, Western and Santa Monica, four-twenty-eight at the back. You bring the money, I'll take you to Agnes." "Can't you tell me yourself? I've seen Agnes." "I promised her," he said simply. He buttoned his overcoat, cocked his hat jauntily52, nodded again and strolled to the door. He went out. His steps died along the hall. I went down to the bank and deposited my five-hundred-dollar check and drew out two hundred in currency. I went upstairs again and sat in my chair thinking about Harry Jones and his story. It seemed a little too pat. It bad the austere53 simplicity54 of fiction rather than the tangled55 woof of fact. Captain Gregory ought to have been able to find Mona Mars, if she was that close to his beat. Supposing, that is, he had tried. I thought about it most of the day. Nobody came into the office. Nobody called me on the phone. It kept on raining.
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