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ront seat of the rent car； and he was drinking out of another one as he rode along； doing a quiet seventy。 All we had to go up against him with was two county cops with guns and blackjacks。〃
He paused and I turned over a few witty sayings in my mind； but none of them seemed amusing at the moment。 Nulty went on：
〃So he done exercises with the cops and when they was tired enough to go to sleep； he pulled one side off their car； threw the radio into the ditch； opened a fresh bottle of hooch； and went to sleep hisself。 After a while the boys snapped out of it and bounced blackjacks off his head for about ten minutes before he noticed it。 When he began to get sore they got handcuffs on him。 It was easy。 We got him in the icebox now； drunk driving； drunk in auto； assaulting police officer in performance of duty； two counts； malicious damage to official property； attempted escape from custody； assault less than mayhem； disturbing the peace； and parking on a state highway。 Fun； ain't it？〃
〃What's the gag？〃 I asked。 〃You didn't tell me all that just to gloat。〃
〃It was the wrong guy；〃 Nulty said savagely。 〃This bird is named Stoyanoffsky and he lives in Hemet and he just got through working as a sandhog on the San Jack tunnel。 Got a wife and four kids。 Boy； is she sore。 What you doing on Malloy？〃
〃Nothing。 I have a headache。〃
〃Any time you get a little free time…〃
〃I don't think so；〃 I said。 〃Thanks just the same。 When is the inquest on the nigger ing up？〃
〃Why bother？〃 Nulty sneered； and hung up。
I drove down to Hollywood Boulevard and put my car in the parking space beside the building and rode up to my floor。 I opened the door of the little reception room which I always left unlocked； in case I had a client and the client wanted to wait。
Miss Anne Riordan looked up from a magazine and smiled at me。
She was wearing a tobacco brown suit with a high…necked white sweater inside it。 Her hair by daylight was pure auburn and on it she wore a hat with a crown the size of a whiskey glass and a brim you could have wrapped the week's laundry in。 She wore it at an angle of approximately forty…five degrees； so that the edge of the brim just missed her shoulder。 In spite of that it looked smart。 Perhaps because of that。
She was about twenty…eight years old。 She had a rather narrow forehead of more height than is considered elegant。 Her nose was small and inquisitive； her upper lip a shade too long and her mouth more than a shade too wide。 Her eyes were gray…blue with flecks of gold in them。 She had a nice smile。 She looked as if she had slept well。 It was a nice face； a face you get to like。 Pretty； but not so pretty that you would have to wear brass knuckles every time you took it out。
〃I didn't know just what your office hours were；〃 she said。 〃So I waited。 I gather that your secretary is not here today。〃
〃I don't have a secretary。〃
I went across and unlocked the inner door； then switched on the buzzer that rang on the outer door。 〃Let's go into my private thinking parlor。〃
She passed in front of me with a vague scent of very dry sandalwood and stood looking at the five green filing cases； the shabby rust…red rug； the half…dusted furniture； and the not too clean net curtains。
〃I should think you would want somebody to answer the phone；〃 she said。 〃And once in a while to send your curtains to the cleaners。〃
〃I'll send them out e St。 Swithin's Day。 Have a chair。 I might miss a few unimportant jobs。 And a lot of leg art。 I save money。〃
〃I see；〃 she said demurely； and placed a large suede bag carefully on the corner of the glass…topped desk。 She leaned back and took one of my cigarettes。 I burned my finger with a paper match lighting it for her。
She blew a fan of smoke and smiled though it。 Nice teeth； rather large。
〃You probably didn't expect to see me again so soon。 How is your head？〃
〃Poorly。 No； I didn't。〃
〃Were the police nice to you？〃
〃About the way they always are。〃
〃I'm not keeping you from anything important； am I？〃
〃No。〃
〃All the same I don't think you're very pleased to see me。〃
I filled a pipe and reached for the packet of paper matches。 I lit the pipe carefully。 She watched that with approval。 Pipe smokers were solid men。 She was going to be disappointed in me。
〃I tried to leave you out of it；〃 I said。 〃I don't know why exactly。 It's no business of mine any more anyhow。 I ate my dirt last night and banged myself to sleep with a bottle and now it's a police case： I've been warned to leave it alone。〃
〃The reason you left me out of it；〃 she said calmly； 〃was that you didn't think the police would believe just mere idle curiosity took me down into that hollow last night。 They would suspect some guilty reason and hammer at me until I was a wreck。〃
〃How do you know I didn't think the same thing？〃
〃Cops are just people；〃 she said irrelevantly。
〃They start out that way； I've heard。〃
〃Oh…cynical this morning。〃 She looked around the office with an idle but raking glance。 〃Do you do pretty well in here？ I mean financially？ I mean； do you make a lot of money…with this kind of furniture？〃
I grunted。
〃Or should I try minding my own business and not asking impertinent questions？〃
〃Would it work； if you tried it？〃
〃Now we're both doing it。 Tell me； why did you cover up for me last night？ Was it on account of I have reddish hair and a beautiful figure？〃
I didn't say anything。
〃Let's try this one；〃 she said cheerfully。 〃Would you like to know who that jade necklace belonged to？〃
I could feel my face getting stiff。 I thought hard but I couldn't remember for sure。 And then suddenly I could。 I hadn't said a word to her about a jade necklace。
I reached for the matches and relit my pipe。 〃Not very much；〃 I said。 〃Why？〃
〃Because I know。〃
〃Uh…huh。〃
〃What do you do when you get real talkative…wiggle your toes？〃
〃All right；〃 I growled。 〃You came here to tell me。 Go ahead and tell me。〃
Her blue eyes widened and for a moment I thought they looked a little moist。 She took her lower lip between her teeth and held it that way while she stared down at the desk。 Then she shrugged and let go of her lip and smiled at me candidly。
〃Oh I know I'm just a damned inquisitive wench。 But there's a strain of bloodhound in me。 My father was a cop。 His name was Cliff Riordan and he was police chief of Bay City for seven years。 I suppose that's what's the matter。〃
〃I seem to remember。 What happened to him？〃
〃He was fired。 It broke his heart。 A mob of gamblers headed by a man named Laird Brunette elected themselves a mayor。 So they put Dad in charge of the Bureau of Records and Identification； which in Bay City is about the size of a tea…bag。 So Dad quit and pottered around for a couple of years and then died。 And Mother died soon after him。 So I've been alone for two years。〃
〃I'm sorry；〃 I said。
She ground out her cigarette。 It had no lipstick on it。 〃The only reason I'm boring you with this is that it makes it easy for me to get along with policemen。 I suppose I ought to have told you last night。 So this morning I found out who had charge of the case and went to see him。 He was a little sore at you at first。〃
〃That's all right；〃 I said。 〃If I had told him the truth on all points； he still wouldn't have believed me。 All he will do is chew one of my ears off。〃
She looked hurt。 I got up and opened the other window。 The noise of the traffic from the boulevard came in in waves； like nausea。 I felt lousy。 I opened the deep drawer of the desk and got the office bottle out and poured myself a drink。
Miss Riordan watched me with disapproval。 I was no longer a solid man。 She didn't say anything。 I drank the drink and put the bottle away again and sat down。
〃You didn't offer me one；〃 she said coolly。
〃Sorry。 It's only eleven o'clock or less。 I didn't think you looked the type。〃
Her eyes crinkled at the corners。 〃Is that a pliment？〃
〃In my circle； yes。〃
She thought that over。 It didn't mean anything to her。 It didn't mean anything to me either when I thought it over。 But the drink made me feel a lot better。
She leaned forward and scraped her gloves slowly across the glass of the desk。 〃You wouldn't want to hire an assistant； would you？ Not if it only cost you a kind word now and then？〃
〃No。〃
She nodded。 〃I thought probably you wouldn't。 I'd better just give you my information and go on home。〃
I didn't say anything。 I lit my pipe again。 It makes you look thoughtful when you are not thinking。
〃First of all； it occurred to me that a jade necklace like that would be a museum piece and would be well known；〃 she said。
I held the match in the air； still burning and watching the flame crawl close to my fingers。 Then I blew it out softly and dropped it in the tray and said：
〃I didn't say anything to you about a jade necklace。〃
〃No； but Lieutenant Randall did。〃
〃Somebody ought to sew buttons on his face。〃
〃He knew my father。 I promised not to tell。〃
〃You're telling me。〃
〃You knew already； silly。〃
Her hand suddenly flew up as if it was going to fly to her mouth； but it only rose halfway and then fell back slowly and her eyes widened。 It was a good act； but I knew something else about her that spoiled it。
〃You did know； didn't you？〃 She breathed the words； hushedly。
〃I thought it was diamonds。 A bracelet； a pair of earrings； a pendant； three rings； one of the rings with emeralds too。〃
〃Not funny；〃 she said。 〃Not even fast。〃
〃Fei Tsui jade。 Very rare。 Carved beads about six carats apiece； sixty of them。 Worth eighty thousand dollars。〃
〃You have such nice brown eyes；〃 she said。 〃And you think you're tough。〃
〃Well； who does it belong to and how did you find out？〃
〃I found out very simply。 I thought the best jeweler in town would probably know； so I went and asked the manager of Block's。 I told him I was a writer and wanted to do an article on rare jade…you know the line。〃
〃So he believed your red hair and your beautiful figure。〃 She flushed clear to the temples。 〃Well； he told me anyway。 It belongs to a rich lady who lives in Bay City； in an estate on the canyon。 Mrs。 Lewin Lockridge Grayle。 Her husband is an investment banker or something； enormously rich； worth about twenty millions。 He used to own a radio station in Beverly Hills； Station KFDK； and Mrs。 Grayle used to work there。 He married her five years ago。 She's a ravishing blonde。 Mr。 Grayle is elderly； liverish； stays home and takes calomel while Mrs。 Grayle goes places and has a good time。〃
〃This manager of Block's；〃 I said。 〃He's a fellow that gets around。〃
〃Oh； I didn't get all that from him； silly。 Just about the necklace。 The rest I got from Giddy Gertie Arbogast。〃
I reached into the deep drawer and brought the office bottle up again。
〃You're not going to turn out to be one of those drunken detectives； are you？〃 she asked anxiously。
〃Why not？ They always solve their cases and they never even sweat。 Get on with the story。〃
〃Giddy Gertie is the society editor of the Chronicle。 I've known him for years。 He weighs two hundred and wears a Hitler mustache。 He got out his morgue file on the Grayles。 Look。〃
She reached into her bag and slid a photograph across the desk； a five…by…three glazed still。
It was a blonde。 A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window。 She was wearing street clothes that looked black and white； and a hat to match and she was a little haughty； but not too much。 Whatever you needed； wherever you happened to be…she had it。 About thirty years old。
I poured a fast drink and burned my throat getting it down。 〃Take it away；〃 I said。 〃I'll start jumping。〃
〃Why； I got it for you。 You'll want to see her； won't you？〃
I looked at it again。 Then I slid it under the blotter。 〃How about tonight at eleven？〃
〃Listen； this isn't just a bunch of gag lines； Mr。 Marlowe。 I called her up。 She'll see you。 On business。〃
〃It may start out that way。〃
She made an impatient gesture； so I stopped fooling around and got my battle…scarred frown back on my face。 〃What will she see me about？〃
〃Her necklace； of course。 It was like this。 I called her up and had a lot of trouble getting to talk to her； of course； but finally I did。 Then I gave her the song and dance I had given the nice man at Block's and it didn't take。 She sounded as if she had a