Suppose you two think it over. You can meet our entire group if you wish. oh, not before next week. You ought to have some time to catch your breath. There was a pause and then Fran roared, “Who wants; another drink? I mean, besides me?”
If you have anything that's worrying you beyond endurance, drop up and chew it over. I'll only be oiling my machine gun. I left him blinking and walked away. Twenty minutes later I was airing the scrubwoman's Soiree d' Amour out of my office and opening up a thick, rough envelope addressed in a fine, old-fashioned, pointed handwriting. The envelope contained a brief formal note and a large mauve check for five hunched dollars, payable to Philip Marlowe and signed, Guy be Brisay Sternwood, by Vincent Norris.
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