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Vorzimmer, Jeff

 
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Synopsis

He was a slightly fat man with a dishonest smile that pulled the corners of his
mouth out half an inch leaving the thick lips tight and his eyes bleak. For a
fattish man he had a slow walk. Most fat men are brisk and light on their feet.
He wore a gray herringbone suit and a hand-painted tie with part of a diving
girl visible on it. His shirt was clean, which comforted me, and his brown loafers,
as wrong as the tie for his suit, shone from a recent polishing.

He sidled past me as I held the door between the waiting room and my
thinking parlor. Once inside, he took a quick look around. I’d have placed him
as a mobster, second grade, if I had been asked. For once I was right. If he
carried a gun, it was inside his pants. His coat was too tight to hide the bulge of
an underarm holster.

He sat down carefully and I sat opposite and we looked at each other. His
face had a sort of foxy eagerness. He was sweating a little. The expression on
my face was meant to be interested but not clubby. I reached for a pipe and the
leather humidor in which I kept my Pearce’s tobacco. I pushed cigarettes at
him.

“I don’t smoke.” He had a rusty voice. I didn’t like it any more than I liked
his clothes, or his face. While I filled the pipe he reached inside his coat, prowled
in a pocket, came out with a bill, glanced at it and dropped it across the desk in
front of me. It was a nice bill and clean and new. One thousand dollars.

“Ever save a guy’s life?”

—from “Wrong Pigeon” by Raymond Chandler

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