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"Yes. The matter is now in your hands. I never do things by halves."

"I have pride, sir," he said coldly.

"I have pride, sir," he said coldly.

"I'll take him out," I said. "He'll think a bridge fell on him."

"I have pride, sir," he said coldly.

"You write his checks?"

"Can I make a deal with this guy, if I think he's within hooting distance of being on the level?"

"Can I make a deal with this guy, if I think he's within hooting distance of being on the level?"

"I get twenty-five a day and expenses-when I'm lucky."

"I'm afraid I'm rather an impatient man, Mr. Marlowe. What are your charges?"

"Yes. The matter is now in your hands. I never do things by halves."

"I'm sure you will. And now I must excuse myself. I am tired." He reached out and touched the bell on the arm of his chair. The cord was plugged into a black cable that wound along the side of the deep dark green boxes in which the orchids grew and festered. He closed his eyes, opened them again in a brief bright stare, and settled back among his cushions. The lids dropped again and he didn't pay any more attention to me.

I stood up and lifted my coat off the back of the damp wicker chair and went off with it among the orchids, opened the two doors and stood outside in the brisk October air getting myself some oxygen. The chauffeur over by the garage had gone away. The butler came along the red path with smooth light steps and his back as straight as an ironing board. I shrugged into my coat and watched him come.

"I have pride, sir," he said coldly.

"Somebody's counting on that. It's the easiest way to fool them. That or the police. Geiger can collect on these notes, unless you can show fraud. Instead of that he makes you a present of them and admits they are gambling debts, which gives you a defense, even if he had kept the notes. If he's a crook, he knows his onions, and if he's an honest man doing a little loan business on the side, he ought to have his money. Who was this Joe Brody you paid the five thousand dollars to?"

"I mean it might be cheaper and easier to stand for a certain amount of squeeze. That's all."

"I mean it might be cheaper and easier to stand for a certain amount of squeeze. That's all."

"Some kind of gambler. I hardly recall. Norris would know. My butler."

"I get twenty-five a day and expenses-when I'm lucky."

"I'll take him out," I said. "He'll think a bridge fell on him."

"You write his checks?"

His blue eyes gave me a smooth level look. "She has a misconception of the purpose of your visit, sir."

He looked puzzled, then he smiled. "Ah, I see, sir. You are, of course, a detective. By the way he rang his bell."

"I'm sure you will. And now I must excuse myself. I am tired." He reached out and touched the bell on the arm of his chair. The cord was plugged into a black cable that wound along the side of the deep dark green boxes in which the orchids grew and festered. He closed his eyes, opened them again in a brief bright stare, and settled back among his cushions. The lids dropped again and he didn't pay any more attention to me.

"I have that privilege."

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