Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid Page #4

was starting to feel something for her.

Something warm and squishy.

But a man in my business can't take

on a wife, have a bunch of kids.

- We wouldn't have to have kids.

- What?

Look, this is getting us nowhere.

But thanks anyway.

You'd better go now. Marlowe's

coming over here to talk.

If you need me, just call.

You know how to dial, don't you?

You just put your finger in the

hole, and make tiny little circles.

Come on in. It's open.

Hello, Marlowe.

Dammit. You didn't

do what I told ya.

I hate that dumb way of wearing

your shirt buttoned with no tie.

Let me get you a tie.

Here. This one's blue, but

you can wear it with brown.

- You annoy me.

- I annoy you?

You come in here with

no tie... Are you drunk?

- How many have you had?

- One martini.

- I knew I was gonna see you.

- Sit down.

Here's what I want you to do.

Here's a list of names I found in a

bowl of soup. Don't ask me to explain.

I think they're all dead.

I want you to check 'em out.

And Marlowe? Put this on

for me? As a favour.

It's a clip-on.

I put Marlowe to work checking Kitty's

list against recent unsolved murders...

While I yellow-cabbed

it to the station...

To see how Dr Forrest's key

would fit into the puzzle.

I sashayed over to

locker number 1936.

The key fit like a glove.

As I opened the locker...

I noticed a handsome guy in a

grey pinstripe watching me.

It seemed I wasn't the only one who was

interested in the contents of that locker.

Inside were two long lists of

Carlotta's friends and enemies.

The first name that jumped

out was FX Huberman...

Number 46 Bay Court

Drive, Grunion Point.

I decided to take a little train

ride and visit Mr Huberman.

I knew "Handsome" would follow

me, so to throw him off...

I cleverly ducked into the

men's room and lost him.

There was no way he could follow me

unless I had toilet paper on my shoe.

Damn!

It wasn't really toilet

paper, it was a seat cover...

But it was enough for a smart

guy to make the connection.

As soon as we went into a tunnel...

Handsome popped in and started

looking for a match... in my pockets.

- Was that your leg?

- No, it was my face.

I had no idea we were

going into a tunnel.

I'm sure.

I thought the

compartment was empty.

Yeah, right. sure.

- I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you.

- It's all right.

To what do I owe the

pleasure of your company?

The man in the next compartment's

smoking a vile cigar.

I had to come in here.

You don't smoke, do you?

- No, I have tuberculosis.

- Thank heavens for that.

After last night, my

head couldn't stand it.

I didn't want him to know where I was

going so I decided to put him away fast.

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