Murder, My Sweet Page #2

I shouldn't ought to sit here

and bother with you...

but when I like a guy

and he buys me a drink...

the ceiling is the limit.

Hold on to your chair

and don't step on no snakes.

I got an idea.

No peeking.

Them is all Mike left me,

them and his old clothes.

Publicity, that is.

But them dolls didn't never get

in the papers...

at least not in connection with the place,

they didn't.

Why did you hide this picture of Velma?

Why did you hide it?

Give it to me!

She's dead.

She was a nice kid...

but she's dead.

- Moose will be sorry to hear that.

- Yeah. Won't he, though?

Yeah, he's out. He's out,

and he's looking for his girl.

Why did you hide her picture?

I don't know anybody

by the name of Moose, copper.

Beat it!

I don't know anybody

by the name of Moose.

Suddenly, she wasn't drunk anymore.

Her hand was steady, and she was cool...

like somebody making

funeral arrangements for a murder...

not yet committed.

Hello, sweetheart.

I let in a guy a couple hours ago.

He said it was important. Okay?

He's in love and in a big hurry.

He'll get over that.

- Cute little fella, isn't he?

- Yeah.

- Sober?

- Yeah.

He smells real nice.

Mr. Marlowe?

I took the liberty

of waiting here, Mr. Marlowe.

The attendant gave me the impression

I could expect you soon.

Who put in the pitch for me, Mr. Marriott?

- I beg your pardon?

- How did you get my name?

As a matter of fact...

I decided to employ a private investigator

only today.

This being Saturday afternoon,

I failed to reach anyone by phone...

and was somewhat at a loss as to...

The directory listed several in this

neighborhood, so I took a chance...

I'm in a clutch at the moment.

I'm pretty busy.

I couldn't take on anything big.

What's the job?

I'll require your services

for just a few hours this evening.

I'm meeting some men

shortly after midnight.

I'm paying them some money.

You better get your flaps down,

or you'll take off.

What's the deal, blackmail?

I'm not in the habit

of giving people grounds for blackmail.

I've simply agreed to serve

as bearer of the money.

- How much and what for?

- I can't go into that.

You just want me to go along

and hold your hand?

I'm afraid I don't like your manner.

I've had complaints about it.

But it keeps getting worse.

How much are you offering me

for doing nothing?

I really hadn't gotten around

to thinking about it.

You suppose you can get around

to thinking about it now?

How would you like

a swift punch on the nose?

I tremble at the thought of such violence.

I'm offering $100

for a few hours of your time.

If that isn't enough, say so.

There's no risk.

Some jewels were taken

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