raymondchandler.thehighwindow-第24章

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　 〃Sure。　I　think　so。　I　figure　Palermo　could　get　him　off　with　manslaughter。　Naturally　I'm　not　sure。〃
　 〃Why　would　Palermo　want　to　get　him　off　with　anything？〃
　 〃He　kind　of　likes　Hench。　And　Palermo　is　a　guy　we　can't　push　around。〃
　 I　said：　〃I　see。〃　I　stood　up。　Spangler　looked　at　me　sideways　along　glistening　eyes。　〃What　about　the　girl？〃
　 〃Won't　say　a　word。　She's　smart。　We　can't　do　anything　to　her。　Nice　neat　little　job　all　around。　You　wouldn't　kick；　would　you？　Whatever　your　business　is；　it's　still　your　business。　Get　me？〃
　 〃And　the　girl　is　a　tall　blond；〃　I　said。　〃Not　of　the　freshest　but　still　a　tall　blond。　Although　only　one。　Maybe　Palermo　doesn't　mind。〃
　 〃Hell；　I　never　thought　of　that；〃　Breeze　said。　He　thought　about　it　and　shook　it　off。　〃Nothing　in　that；　Marlowe。　Not　enough　class。〃
　 〃Cleaned　up　and　sober；　you　never　can　tell；〃　I　said。　〃Class　is　a　thing　that　has　a　way　of　dissolving　rapidly　in　alcohol。　That　all　you　want　with　me？〃
　 〃Guess　so。〃　He　slanted　the　cigar　up　and　aimed　it　at　my　eye。　〃Not　that　I　wouldn't　like　to　hear　your　story。　But　I　don't　figure　I　have　an　absolute　right　to　insist　on　it　the　way　things　are。
　 〃That's　white　of　you；　Breeze；〃　I　said。　〃And　you　too；　Spangler。　A　lot　of　the　good　things　in　life　to　both　of　you。〃
　 They　watched　me　go　out；　both　with　their　mouths　a　little　open。
　 I　rode　down　to　the　big　marble　lobby　and　went　and　got　my　car　out　of　the　official　parking　lot。
　
　
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　 Mr。　Pietro　Palermo　was　sitting　in　a　room　which；　except　for　a　mahogany　roll…top　desk；　a　sacred　triptych　in　gilt　frames　and　a　large　ebony　and　ivory　crucifixion；　looked　exactly　like　a　Victorian　parlor。　It　contained　a　horseshoe　sofa　and　chairs　with　carved　mahogany　frames　and　antimacassars　of　fine　lace。　There　was　an　ormolu　clock　on　the　gray　green　marble　mantel；　a　grandfather　clock　ticking　lazily　in　the　corner；　and　some　wax　flowers　under　a　glass　dome　on　an　oval　table　with　a　marble　top　and　curved　elegant　legs。　The　carpet　was　thick　and　full　of　gentle　sprays　of　flowers。　There　was　even　a　cabinet　for　bric…a…brac　and　there　was　plenty　of　bric…a…brac　in　it；　little　cups　in　fine　china；　little　figurines　in　glass　and　porcelain　odds　and　ends　of　ivory　and　dark　rosewood；　painted　saucers；　an　early　American　set　of　swan　salt　cellars；　stuff　like　that。
　 Long　lace　curtains　hung　across　the　windows；　but　the　room　faced　south　and　there　was　plenty　of　light。　Across　the　street　I　could　see　the　windows　of　the　apartment　where　George　Anson　Phillips　had　been　killed。　The　street　between　was　sunny　and　silent。
　 The　tall　Italian　with　the　dark　skin　and　the　handsome　head　of　iron　gray　hair　read　my　card　and　said：
　 〃I　got　business　in　twelve　minutes。　What　you　want；　Meester　Marlowe？〃
　 〃I'm　the　man　that　found　the　dead　man　across　the　street　yesterday。　He　was　a　friend　of　mine。〃
　 His　cold　black　eyes　looked　me　over　silently。　〃That'sa　not　what　you　tell　Luke。〃
　 〃Luke？〃
　 〃He　manage　the　joint　for　me。〃
　 〃I　don't　talk　much　to　strangers；　Mr。　Palermo。〃
　 〃That'sa　good。　You　talk　to　me；　huh？〃
　 〃You're　a　man　of　standing；　an　important　man。　I　can　talk　to　you。　You　saw　me　yesterday。　You　described　me　to　the　police。　Very　accurately。　they　said。〃
　 〃Si。　I　see　much；〃　he　said　without　emotion。
　 〃You　saw　a　tall　blond　woman　e　out　of　there　yesterday。〃　
　 He　studied　me。　〃Not　yesterday。　Wasa　two　three　days　ago　I　tell　the　coppers　yesterday。〃　He　snapped　his　long　dark　fingers。　〃The　coppers；　bah！〃
　 〃Did　you　see　any　strangers　yesterday；　Mr。　Palermo？〃
　 〃Is　back　way　in　and　out；〃　he　said。　〃Is　stair　from　second　floor　also。〃　He　looked　at　his　wrist　watch。
　 〃Nothing　there　then；〃　I　said。　〃This　morning　you　saw　Hench。〃
　 He　lifted　his　eyes　and　ran　them　lazily　over　my　face。　〃The　coppers　tell　you　that；　huh？〃
　 〃They　told　me　you　got　Hench　to　confess。　They　said　he　was　a　friend　of　yours。　How　good　a　friend　they　didn't　know；　of　course。〃
　 〃Hench　make　the　confess；　huh？〃　He　smiled；　a　sudden　brilliant　smile。
　 〃Only　Hench　didn't　do　the　killing；〃　I　said。
　 〃No？〃
　 〃No。〃
　 〃That'sa　interesting。　Go　on；　Meester　Marlowe。〃
　 〃The　confession　is　a　lot　of　baloney。　You　got　him　to　make　it　for　some　reason　of　your　own。〃
　 He　stood　up　and　went　to　the　door　and　called　out：　〃Tony。〃　He　sat　down　again。　A　short　tough…looking　wop　came　into　the　room；　looked　at　me　and　sat　down　against　the　wall　in　a　straight　chair。
　 〃Tony；　thees　man　a　Meester　Marlowe。　Look；　take　the　card。〃　Tony　came　to　get　the　card　and　sat　down　with　it。　〃You　look　at　thees　man　very　good；　Tony。　Not　forget　him；　huh？〃
　 Tony　said：　〃Leave　it　to　me；　Mr。　Palermo。〃　
　 Palermo　said：　〃Was　a　friend　to　you；　huh？　A　good　friend；　huh？〃
　 〃Yes。〃
　 〃That'sa　bad。　Yeah。　That'sa　bad。　I　tell　you　something。　A　man's　friend　is　a　man's　friend。　So　I　tell　you。　But　you　don'　tell　anybody　else。　Not　the　damn　coppers；　huh？〃
　 〃No。〃
　 〃That'sa　promise；　Meester　Marlowe。　That'sa　something　not　to　forget。　You　not　forget？〃
　 〃I　won't　forget。〃
　 〃Tony；　he　not　forget　you。　Get　the　idea？〃
　 〃I　gave　you　my　word。　What　you　tell　me　is　between　us　here。〃
　 〃That'sa　fine。　Okay。　I　e　of　large　family。　Many　sisters　and　brothers。　One　brother　very　bad。　Almost　so　bad　as　Tony。〃
　 Tony　grinned。
　 〃Okay；　thees　brother　live　very　quiet。　Across　the　street。　Gotta　move。　Okay；　the　coppers　fill　the　joint　up。　Not　so　good。　Ask　too　many　questions。　Not　good　for　business；　not　good　for　thees　bad　brother。　You　get　the　idea？〃
　 〃Yes；〃　I　said。　〃I　get　the　idea。〃
　 〃Okay；　thees　Hench　no　good；　but　poor　guy；　drunk；　no　job。　Pay　no　rent；　but　I　got　lotsa　money。　So　I　say；　Look；　Hench；　you　make　the　confess。　You　sick　man。　Two　three　weeks　sick。　You　go　into　court。　I　have　a　lawyer　for　you。　You　say　to　hell　with　the　confess。　I　was　drunk。　The　damn　coppers　are　stuck。　The　judge　he　turn　you　loose　and　you　e　back　to　me　and　I　take　care　of　you。　Okay？　So　Hench　say　okay；　make　the　confess。　That'sa　all。〃
　 I　said：　〃And　after　two　or　three　weeks　the　bad　brother　is　a　long　way　from　here　and　the　trail　is　cold　and　the　cops　will　likely　just　write　the　Phillips　killing　off　as　unsolved。　Is　that　it？〃
　 〃Si。〃　He　smiled　again。　A　brilliant　warm　smile；　like　the　kiss　of　death。
　 〃That　takes　care　of　Hench；　Mr。　Palermo；〃　I　said。　〃But　it　doesn't　help　me　much　about　my　friend。〃
　 He　shook　his　head　and　looked　at　his　watch　again。　I　stood　up。　Tony　stood　up。　He　wasn't　going　to　do　anything；　but　it's　better　to　be　standing　up。　You　move　faster。
　 〃The　trouble　with　you　birds；〃　I　said；　〃is　you　make　mystery　of　nothing。　You　have　to　give　the　password　before　you　bite　a　piece　of　bread。　If　I　went　down　to　headquarters　and　told　the　boys　everything　you　have　told　me；　they　would　laugh　in　my　face。　And　I　would　be　laughing　with　them。〃
　 〃Tony　don't　laugh　much；〃　Palermo　said。
　 〃The　earth　is　full　of　people　who　don't　laugh　much；　Mr。　Palermo；〃　I　said。　〃You　ought　to　know。　You　put　a　lot　of　them　where　they　are。〃
　 〃Is　my　business；〃　he　said；　shrugging　enormously。　
　 〃I'll　keep　my　promise；〃　I　said。　〃But　in　case　you　should　get　to　doubting　that；　don't　try　to　make　any　business　for　yourself　out　of　me。　Because　in　my　part　of　town　I'm　a　pretty　good　man　and　if　the　business　got　made　out　of　Tony　instead；　it　would　be　strictly　on　the　house。　No　profit。〃
　 Palermo　laughed。　〃That'sa　good；〃　he　said。　〃Tony。　One　funeralon　the　house。　Okay。〃
　 He　stood　up　and　held　his　hand　out；　a　fine　strong　warm　hand。
　
　
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　 In　the　lobby　of　the　Belfont　Building；　in　the　single　elevator　that　had　light　in　it；　on　the　piece　of　folded　burlap；　the　same　watery…eyed　relic　sat　motionless；　giving　his　imitation　of　the　forgotten　man。　I　got　in　with　him　and　said：　〃Six。〃
　 The　elevator　lurched　into　motion　and　pounded　its　way　upstairs。　It　stopped　at　six；　I　got　out；　and　the　old　man　leaned　out　of　the　car　to　spit　and　said　in　a　dull　voice：
　 〃What's　cookin'？〃
　 I　turned　around　all　in　one　piece；　like　a　dummy　on　a　revolving　platform。　I　stared　at　him。
　 He　said：　〃You　got　a　gray　suit　on　today。〃
　 〃So　I　have；〃　I　said。　〃Yes。〃
　 〃Looks　nice；〃　he　said。　〃I　like　the　blue　you　was　wearing　yesterday　too。〃
　 〃Go　on；〃　I　said。　〃Give　out。〃
　 〃You　rode　up　to　eight；〃　he　said。　〃Twice。　Second　time　was　late。　You　got　back　on　at　six。　Shortly　after　that　the　boys　in　blue　came　bustlin'　in。〃
　 〃Any　of　them　up　there　now？〃
　 He　shook　his　head。　His　face　was　like　a　vacant　lot。　〃I　ain't　told　them　anything；〃　he　said。　〃Too　late　to　mention　it　now。　They'd　eat　my　ass　off。〃
　 I　said：　〃Why？〃
　 〃Why　I　ain't　told　them？　The　hell　with　them。　You　talked　to　me　civil。　Damn　few　people　do　that。　Hell；　I　know　you　didn't　have　nothing　to　do　with　that　killing。〃
　 〃I　played　you　wrong；〃　I　said。　〃Very　wrong。〃　I　got　a　card　out　and　gave　it　to　him。　He　fished　a　pair　of　metal…framed　glasses　out　of　his　pocket；　perched　them　on　his　nose　and　held　the　card　a　foot　away　from　them。　He　read　it　slowly；　moving　his　lips；　looked　at　me　over　the　glasses；　handed　me　back　the　card。
　 〃Better　keep　it；〃　he　said。　〃Case　I　get　careless　and　drop　it。　Mighty　interestin'　life　yours；　I　guess。〃
　 〃Yes　and　no。　What　was　the　name？〃
　 〃Grandy。　Just　call　me　Pop。　Who　killed　him？〃
　 〃I　don't　know。　Did　you　notice　anybody　going　up　there　or　ing　downanybody　that　seemed　out　of　place　in　this　building；　or　strange　to　you？〃
　 〃I　don't　notice　much；〃　he　said。　〃I　just　happened　to　notice　you。〃
　 〃A　tall　blond；　for　instance；　or　a　tall　slender　man　with　sideburns；　about　thirty…five　years　old。〃
　 〃Nope。〃
　 〃Everybody　going　up　or　down　about　then　would　ride　in　your　car。〃
　 He　nodded　his　worn　head。　〃Less　they　used　the　fire　stairs。　They　e　out　in　the　alley；　bar…lock　door。　Party　would　have　to　e　in　this　way；　but　there's　stairs　back　of　the　elevator　to　the　second　floor。　From　there　they　can　get　to　the　fire　stairs。　Nothing　to　it。〃
　 I　nodded。　〃Mr。　Grandy；　could　you　use　a　five　dollar　billnot　as　a　bribe　in　any　sense；　but　as　a　token　of　esteem　from　a　sincere　friend？〃
　 〃Son；　I　could　use　a　five　dollar　bill　so　rough　Abe　Lincoln's　whiskers　would　be　all　lathered　up　with　sweat。〃
　 I　gave　him　one。　I　looked　at　it　before　I　passed　it　over。　It　was　Lincoln　on　the　five；　all　right。
　 He　tucked　it　small　and　put　it　away　deep　in　his　pocket。　〃That's　right　nice　of　you；〃　he　said。　〃I　hope　to　hell　you　didn't　think　I　was　fishin'。〃
　 I　shook　my　head　and　went　along　the　corridor；　reading　the　names　again。　Dr。　E。　J。　Blaskowitz；　Chiropractic　Physician。　Dalton　and　Rees；　Typewriting　Service。　L。　Pridview；　Public　Account。　Four　blank　doors。　Moss　Mailing　pany。　Two　more　blank　doors。　H。　R。　Teager；　Dental　Laboratories。　In　the　same　relative　position　as　the　Morningstar　office　two　floors　above；　but　the　rooms　were　cut　up　differently。　Teager　had　only　one　door　and　there　was　more　wall　space　in　between　his　door　and　the　next　one。
　 The　knob　didn't　turn。　I　knocked。　There　was　no　answer。　I　knocked　harder；　with　the　same　result。　I　went　back　to　the　elevator。　It　was　still　at　the　sixth　floor。　Pop　Grandy　watched　me　e　as　if　he　had　never　seen　me　before。
　 〃Know　anything　about　H。　R。　Teager？〃　I　asked　him。
　 He　thought。　〃Heavy…set；　oldish；　sloppy　clothes；　dirty　fingernails；　like　mine。　e　to　think　I　didn't　see　him　in　today。〃
　 〃Do　you　think　the　super　would　let　me　into　his　office　to　look　around？〃
　 〃Pretty　nosey；　the　super　is。　I　wouldn't　remend　it。〃
　 He　turned　his　head　very　slowly　and　looked　up　the　side　of　the　car。　Over　his　head　on　a　big　metal　ring　a　key　was　hanging。　A　pass…key。　Pop　Grandy　turne