The Dark Corner Page #3

That happens to be a coincidence

I was at great pains to arrange.

Mrs Kingsley, I may have that Turner for you.

The landscape?

Oh, Hardy, how wonderful. It thrills me.

- You know what I mean.

- Will you forgive me?

Yes, I do, Mrs Kingsley.

That enjoyment of art is the only remaining

ecstasy that is neither immoral nor illegal.

- Did you receive my Van Gogh?

- Yes. This afternoon.

I... I would've preferred cash,

but if you're short, a painting will have to do.

I imagine I can always dispose of it.

- May I have my letters now, please?

- Certainly.

I'm very proud of you tonight, my dear.

Every man in the room covets you.

I never want you to grow up.

You should remain ageless, like a madonna,

who lives and breathes and smiles,

- and belongs to me.

- That's sweet, Hardy.

(ringing)

Cathcart residence.

Yes, I think he is here.

Might I have your name, please?

- Tell him it's the guy from San Francisco.

- (slide whistle)

Hey. Come here.

- You want a nickel?

- Yes.

Here. Now shut up!

Hello? Hello. Yeah.

Yeah, it worked just like you said.

It took him two nights to spot me.

He took me up to his office.

Pushed some muscle at me.

I played softie.

Yeah, I told him the name.

And when he heard it, brother, he took it hard.

It hit him right where he lived.

Yeah.

Right.

(#jazz)

Oh, boy. Music like that

does something to me.

Yeah, they're OK.

You weren't even listening.

What are you thinking about, Brad?

Oh, just that maybe

you won't be around very long.

- I'm thinking about that Tahitian secretary.

- Well, you won't like her.

Maybe not. Those grass skirts rustle.

- I told you before, they're a fire hazard.

- So are you.

Pl-ease, Mr Galt.

- How about it, huh?

- OK.

What is it, Brad?

I got a feeling something's closing in on me -

I don't know what it is.

That's me.

- What happened with that guy last night?

- White Suit?

He milked easy, but it came out pretty thin.

I wouldn't be so jumpy just about you.

Oh, yes, you would.

Cos I'm playing for keeps, remember?

Wanna tell me about it?

No.

If you're sharp, you'll get out now, fast.

I got a feeling I'm living

behind the eight ball.

Something's gonna happen. When it does

you'll end up in the corner pocket,

with a lot of grief.

Get out now, Kathleen.

You're a poor salesman, Brad.

I'll be back in a minute.

You'll be smart if you're not here.

- Hello, Reeves.

- Hi, Galt.

- I was gonna look you up in the morning.

- Fine. What have you done?

- Nothing. Just wanted to talk.

- Go ahead.

There's a shyster lawyer in this town with a

swank office, a secretary and no law practice.

This shyster's name is Jardine.

He's put a tail on me.

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