1After a long time I moved out from my hiding place and stood looking around the living room again. I went over and picked the gun up and wiped it off very carefully and put it down again. I picked the three rouge-stained cigarette stubs out of the tray on the table and carried them into the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet. Then I looked around for the second glass with her fingerprints on it. There wasn't any second glass. The one that was half full of a dead drink I took to the kitchen and rinsed out and wiped on a dish towel.

2Then the nasty part. I kneeled on the rug by his chair and picked up the gun and reached for the trailing bone-stiff hand. The prints would not be good, but they would be prints and they would not be Lois Morny's. The gun had a checked rubber grip, with a piece broken off on the left side below the screw. No prints on that. An index print on the right side of the barrel, two fingers on the trigger guard, a thumb print on the flat piece on the left side, behind the chambers. Good enough.

3I took one more look around the living room.

4I put the lamp down to a lower light. It still glared too much on the dead yellow face. I opened the front door, pulled the key out and wiped it off and pushed it back into the lock. I shut the door and wiped the thumblatch off and went my way down the block to the Mercury.

5I drove back to Hollywood and locked the car up and started along the sidewalk past the other parked cars to the entrance of the Bristol.

6A harsh whisper spoke to me out of darkness, out of a car. It spoke my name. Eddie Prue's long blank face hung somewhere up near the roof of a small Packard, behind its wheel. He was alone in it. I leaned on the door of the car and looked in at him.

7"How you making out, shamus?"

8I tossed a match down and blew smoke at his face. I said: "Who dropped that dental supply company's bill you gave me last night? Vannier, or somebody else?"

9"Vannier."

10"What was I supposed to do with it—guess the life history of a man named Teager?"

11"I don't go for dumb guys," Eddie Prue said.

12I said: "Why would he have it in his pocket to drop? And if he did drop it, why wouldn't you just hand it back to him? In other words, seeing that I'm a dumb guy, explain to me why a bill for dental supplies should get anybody all excited and start trying to hire private detectives. Especially gents like Alex Morny, who don't like private detectives."

13"Morny's a good head," Eddie Prue said coldly.

14"He's the fellow for whom they coined the phrase, 'as ignorant as an actor.'"

15"Skip that. Don't you know what they use that dental stuff for?"

16"Yeah. I found out. They use albastone for making molds of teeth and cavities. It's very hard, very fine grain and retains any amount of fine detail. The other stuff, crystobolite, is used to cook out the wax in an invested wax model. It's used because it stands a great deal of heat without distortion. Tell me you don't know what I'm talking about."

17"I guess you know how they make gold inlays," Eddie Prue said. "I guess you do, huh?"

18"I spent two of my hours learning today. I'm an expert. What does it get me?"

19He was silent for a little while, and then he said: "You ever read the paper?"

20"Once in a while."

21"It couldn't be you read where an old guy named Morningstar was bumped off in the Belfont Building on Ninth Street, just two floors above where this H. R. Teager had his office. It couldn't be you read that, could it?"

22I didn't answer him. He looked at me for a moment longer, then he put his hand forward to the dash and pushed the starter button. The motor of his car caught and he started to ease in the clutch.

23"Nobody could be as dumb as you act," he said softly. "Nobody ain't. Good night to you."

24The car moved away from the curb and drifted down the hill towards Franklin. I was grinning into the distance as it disappeared.

25I went up to the apartment and unlocked the door and pushed it open a few inches and then knocked gently. There was movement in the room. The door was pulled open by a strong-looking girl with a black stripe on the cap of her white nurse's uniform.

26"I'm Marlowe. I live here."

27"Come in, Mr. Marlowe. Dr. Moss told me."

28I shut the door quietly and we spoke in low voices. "How is she?" I asked.

29"She's asleep. She was already drowsy when I got here. I'm Miss Lymington. I don't know very much about her except that her temperature is normal and her pulse still rather fast, but going down. A mental disturbance, I gather."

30"She found a man murdered," I said. "It shot her full of holes. Is she hard enough asleep so that I could go in and get a few things to take to the hotel?"

31"Oh, yes. If you're quiet. She probably won't wake. If she does, it won't matter."

32I went over and put some money on the desk. "There's coffee and bacon and eggs and bread and tomato juice and oranges and liquor here," I said. "Anything else you'll have to phone for."

33"I've already investigated your supplies," she said, smiling. "We have all we need until after breakfast tomorrow. Is she going to stay here?"

34"That's up to Dr. Moss. I think she'll be going home as soon as she is fit for it. Home being quite a long way off, in Wichita."

35"I'm only a nurse," she said. "But I don't think there is anything the matter with her that a good night's sleep won't cure."

36"A good night's sleep and a change of company," I said, but that didn't mean anything to Miss Lymington.

37I went along the hallway and peeked into the bedroom. They had put a pair of my pajamas on her. She lay almost on her back with one arm outside the bedclothes. The sleeve of the pajama coat was turned up six inches or more. The small hand below the end of the sleeve was in a tight fist. Her face looked drawn and white and quite peaceful. I poked about in the closet and got a suitcase and put some junk in it. As I started back out I looked at Merle again. Her eyes opened and looked straight up at the ceiling. Then they moved just enough to see me and a faint little smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

38"Hello." It was a weak spent little voice, a voice that knew its owner was in bed and had a nurse and everything.

39"Hello."

40I went around near her and stood looking down, with my polished smile on my clear-cut features.

41"I'm all right," she whispered. "I'm fine. Aren't I?"

42"Sure."

43"Is this your bed I'm in?"

44"That's all right. It won't bite you."

45"I'm not afraid," she said. A hand came sliding towards me and lay palm up, waiting to be held. I held it. "I'm not afraid of you. No woman would ever be afraid of you, would she?"

46"Coming from you," I said, "I guess that's meant to be a compliment."

47Her eyes smiled, then got grave again. "I lied to you," she said softly. "I—I didn't shoot anybody."

48"I know. I was over there. Forget it. Don't think about it."

49"People are always telling you to forget unpleasant things. But you never do. It's so kind of silly to tell you to, I mean."

50"Okay," I said, pretending to be hurt. "I'm silly. How about making some more sleep?"

51She turned her head until she was looking into my eyes. I sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand.

52"Will the police come here?" she asked.

53"No. And try not to be disappointed."

54She frowned. "You must think I'm an awful fool."

55"Well—maybe."

56A couple of tears formed in her eyes and slid out at the corners and rolled gently down her cheeks.

57"Does Mrs. Murdock know where I am?"

58"Not yet. I'm going over and tell her."

59"Will you have to tell her—everything?"

60"Yeah, why not?"

61She turned the head away from me. "She'll understand," her voice said softly. "She knows the awful thing I did eight years ago. The frightful terrible thing."

62"Sure," I said. "That's why she's been paying Vannier money all this time."

63"Oh dear," she said, and brought her other hand out from under the bedclothes and pulled away the one I was holding so that she could squeeze them tightly together. "I wish you hadn't had to know that. I wish you hadn't. Nobody ever knew but Mrs. Murdock. My parents never knew. I wish you hadn't."

64The nurse came in at the door and looked at me severely.

65"I don't think she ought to be talking like this, Mr. Marlowe. I think you should leave now."

66"Look, Miss Lymington, I've known this little girl two days. You've only known her two hours. This is doing her a lot of good."

67"It might bring on another—er—spasm," she said severely, avoiding my eyes.

68"Well, if she has to have it, isn't it better for her to have it now, while you're here, and get it over with? Go on out to the kitchen and buy yourself a drink."

69"I never drink on duty," she said coldly. "Besides somebody might smell my breath."

70"You're working for me now. All my employees are required to get liquored up from time to time. Besides, if you had a good dinner and were to eat a couple of the Chasers in the kitchen cabinet, nobody would smell your breath."

71She gave me a quick grin and went back out of the room. Merle had been listening to this as if it was a frivolous interruption to a very serious play. Rather annoyed.

72"I want to tell you all about it," she said breathlessly. "I—"

73I reached over and put a paw over her two locked hands. "Skip it. I know. Marlowe knows everything—except how to make a decent living. It doesn't amount to beans. Now you're going back to sleep and tomorrow I'm going to take you on the way back to Wichita—to visit your parents. At Mrs. Murdock's expense."

74"Why, that's wonderful of her," she cried, her eyes opening wide and shining. "But she's always been wonderful to me."

75I got up off the bed. "She's a wonderful woman," I said, grinning down at her. "Wonderful. I'm going over there now and we're going to have a perfectly lovely little talk over the teacups. And if you don't go to sleep right now, I won't let you confess to any more murders."

76"You're horrid," she said. "I don't like you." She turned her head away and put her arms back under the bedclothes and shut her eyes.

77I went towards the door. At the door I swung around and looked back quickly. She had one eye open, watching me. I gave her a leer and it snapped shut in a hurry.

78I went back to the living room, gave Miss Lymington what was left of my leer, and went out with my suitcase.

79I drove over to Santa Monica Boulevard. The hockshop was still open. The old Jew in the tall black skullcap seemed surprised that I was able to redeem my pledge so soon. I told him that was the way it was in Hollywood.

80He got the envelope out of the safe and tore it open and took my money and pawnticket and slipped the shining gold coin out on his palm.

81"So valuable this is I am hating to give it back to you," he said. "The workmanship, you understand, the workmanship, is beautiful."

82"And the gold in it must be worth all of twenty dollars," I said.

83He shrugged and smiled and I put the coin in my pocket and said goodnight to him.