Raymond Chandler Fullscreen Deep sleep (1939)

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"Uh-uh. Geiger worked that one on everybody.

It was strictly his own idea.

He'd get notes from people that looked legal — were legal, I dare say, except that he wouldn't have dared sue on them.

He'd present the notes, with a nice flourish, leaving himself empty-handed.

If he drew an ace, he had a prospect that scared and he went to work. If he didn't draw an ace, he just dropped the whole thing."

"Clever guy," I said. "He dropped it all right.

Dropped it and fell on it.

How come you know all this?"

He shrugged impatiently.

"I wish to Christ I didn't know half the stuff that's brought to me.

Knowing other people's business is the worst investment a man can make in my circle.

Then if it was just Geiger you were after, you're washed up on that angle."

"Washed up and paid off."

"I'm sorry about that.

I wish old Sternwood would hire himself a soldier like you on a straight salary, to keep those girls of his home at least a few nights a week."

"Why?"

His mouth looked sulky.

"They're plain trouble.

Take the dark one.

She's a pain in the neck around here.

If she loses, she plunges and I end up with a fistful of paper which nobody will discount at any price.

She has no money of her own except an allowance and what's in the old man's will is a secret.

If she wins, she takes my money home with her."

"You get it back the next night," I said. "I get some of it back.

But over a period of time I'm loser."

He looked earnestly at me, as if that was important to me.

I wondered why he thought it necessary to tell me at all.

I yawned and finished my drink.

"I'm going out and look the joint over," I said.

"Yes, do." He pointed to a door near the vault door. "That leads to a door behind the tables."

"I'd rather go in the way the suckers enter."

"Okey. As you please.

We're friends, aren't we, soldier?"

"Sure." I stood up and we shook hands.

"Maybe I can do you a real favor some day," he said.

"You got it all from Gregory this time."

"So you own a piece of him too."

"Oh not that bad.

We're just friends."

I stared at him for a moment, then went over to the door I had come in at.

I looked back at him when I had it open.

"You don't have anybody tailing me around in a gray Plymouth sedan, do you?"

His eyes widened sharply.

He looked jarred.

"Hell, no.

Why should I?"

"I couldn't imagine," I said, and went on out.

I thought his surprise looked genuine enough to be believed.

I thought he even looked a little worried.

I couldn't think of any reason for that.