The Brasher Doubloon Page #2

your job is merely to get

the Doubloon back.

If you handle this matter for me,

you'll handle it in MY way.

Sorry, that's not the way I work,

Mrs Murdock.

If I have to do only what you want

me to do, I can't take the case.

Indeed! And how DO you work?

First of all, I insist my clients

tell me everything.

And then I'll handle things MY way.

It's known far and wide as

"Marlowe's muddled method".

Good day.

Nothing is, around this house,

as far as I can see.

What sort of hold have these people

got on you, anyway?

Now really, Mr Marlowe, do you

have to find deep dark motives

and sinister plots everywhere?

Just because we have

a little problem to clear up?

Don't you ever run across

any normal people in your work?

Once in a while.

My standards are pretty high.

For instance, it doesn't seem

quite normal to me

when a girl like you

suddenly goes to pieces

because the old dame in there

raises her voice.

She likes to be treated that way...

that's all!

I told you she was eccentric,

What about the kid?

And don't tell me you play

straight to him

just to build up his ego!

That's already been done.

Leslie's a little strange, too.

His mother loves him so much,

she's spoiled him.

In other words, everybody in this case

is off-balance, except you.

And you, Mr Marlowe.

Oh, I'm not in this case.

I just told Mrs Murdock

I wasn't going to take it.

But I forgot to give this back to her.

Oh, you mustn't!...

You've got to take it.

Sorry.

Would it make any difference

if I told you it was important to me?

Is it?

Yes, it's terribly important... It means

everything to me, literally everything.

Why?

Did YOU take the Doubloon?

I can't tell you that.

I mean, I don't know.

I see.

There's just "an ordinary little problem"

to be cleared up here.

You're a perfectly normal girl...

You just don't happen

to remember

whether or not you stole

a $10,000 coin!

But getting it back means

literally everything to you.

You weren't thinking of shooting someone,

were you, Miss Davis?

Look...

The reason I walked out

on Mrs Murdock

was because she wasn't

being frank with me.

You're not cooperating

any more than she did.

I'm sorry...

I want to help.

That wasn't meant as a pass.

Not an out-and-out one anyway.

I know. It's just that I don't like

to have men touch me.

Well... in that case you better do

something about your appearance.

And that perfume you use.

"Night of Bliss"!

You just can't seem to make up

your mind, can you Miss Davis?

I should have said I wasn't used

to being touched.

It's a phobia, I guess.

- Oh.. sure, sure!

- But that doesn't mean

I wouldn't like to get over it.

I think I can help you there.

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