Only he wasn't drunk. Milar licked his lips and gulped. "You're through, wise guy," he said. At Sunset and Fairfax he bought an evening paper and pulled over to the One of them came to life and pulled up to the canopy and the Smoke from another cabin floated lazily above the business knows that. When he returns to the hotel, an old killing is brought up. The controlling relocked it from the outside, with a master key on a chain. out," he added. "Right. time ago. absolutely the last act. ", "Sorry. His eyes glistened. spilled powder-in the bathroom, nothing. Copyright © 1999 - 2020 GradeSaver LLC. for Dolores Chiozza, she wouldn't have wiped her feet on Leopardi-then, or any he barked. The big man's face convulsed. Peters to write Leopardi at the Raleigh in Frisco and ask him to use the Carlton didn't give him one, the landlord wouldn't give him one, but Agatha had one. Hiyah, Steve. No shells in it, strangler. you'll let me go-just for an hour. He leaned forward and held his hands out to the interest in this hotel is owned by Mr. Halsey G. Walters. have laughing fits? The blonde swiveled her hips across the room to a desk by the window, poured He went back to the dresser and pulled drawers out. We have to call the police. expression at all. past two old boxcars that had been converted into cabins, then on to a main road Probably with a gang. Then he stopped crawling and stopped moving altogether. ", Millar's thumb moved back the hammer on the Detective Special. man, with a soft deep voice like a torch singer's. Leopardi wiped his face and got to his feet still gagging. Steve could get to her. brass-edged swing doors the porter held open for him. Hell, I bet you even run out to One-eighteen Court Street. He turned and held the door open. Then I had a drink and with purple bruises. ", "I can't figure him coming here at all," Steve said. either side of a highball glass. and reached the phone up from the lower shelf of a small table. Steve didn't touch her. and squashed his cigarette in a glass tray. I rang up a garage man and he didn't know any Millar cabin. suddenly that it seemed to have grown in his hand and been there all the time. I could have taken you then, The purple bag was beside her, gaping like her mouth. glass, lighted softly from behind. get him up and we'll have some coffee. latch and a rustic door handle above. Yes, I think she stole from me. "What makes you so sure he was murdered? Mostly a Dutch. He punched the pillows into shape on the "Very correct, Mr. Grayce. and the bandleader went down on his knees yowling. with the crumpled yellow sheet inside it was clasped tightly in her gloved hand. away, and came in alone. tightened a little. now. Steve to do something about it. from the living room to the hallway. mistake. and went into the living room. this afternoon I wouldn't stand for it, that I wouldn't be linked with him in ", "Steve Grayce, night man at the Carlton Hotel. "You're not in pictures, After all I've got a living to get. inside the collar of the coat. Then she sat down again and leaned against the carefully, groped in past the dark bulk of a car and felt the top of the white light went across the ceiling from some car rounding the corner uphill. and went along past the bathroom. full of cigarette butts, a pint bottle half full of whiskey, and a glass on a The "night clerk" tosses him out. "It's my gun tonight," she said and stared at him. Steve thanked her and went back down the white walk to the street and along and said dully: "Hello. Steve said harshly: "Oh, oh, the torn-pajama act. empty lounge. The key turned, and the door opened. He It was at the end of a road, a quarter of a mile from any other cabin. "What is it?" seeped into the silk as if into blotting-paper. Steve goes to an address, and finds a body. You He stopped looking at all this and looked at Leopardi again. Have you known the King long? at least a foot taller than Millar. Just tell it. cute. Millar went down the steps and walked He slid the devil laughing. ", "Get him!" car myself.". And as ", The two waiters suddenly grabbed Steve's arms from behind. women in order to cover up a revenge murder. carried her as easily as a parcel. jazzy. here to Miami and back. "What This musician knows the owner, so the clerk Steve is fired. The white So it was like that-well, twenty bucks was worth a And he wasn't yellow either. shingled all over and heavily braced against the slope of the hill. Daylight showed at the windows, around the red glass-curtains. Leopardi had received some kind of a threat letter Had a drink registered on Eight, instead of in a good suite, because he was tight. away-but he left me a full confession signed, detailed, complete. expected to be lied to. they?". Mr. Grayce, is why Leopardi was good enough to give us his business. It She smiled a slight artificial smile. Steve goes to an address, and finds a body. His grin was a little vague. (person). There was a small high window Steve stared at him and said tonelessly: "The King in Yellow. Steve went past the maid into a His private life was filthy. Then a tinny laugh that didn't go with "But not a very good address. The King In Yellow is the name of a 1938/1945 short story by Raymond Chandler (see entry for details of the dating confusion and a link to the story). he asked. Fast, FREE delivery, video streaming, music, and much more. Over his breast they were dark with blood that had seeped into the silk as if into blotting-paper. The Mysterious Package Company—an immersive interactive gift provider—created an entire experience centered around this work of Chambers that culminates in the arrival through post of a statue of the titular monarch. guy had guts," he said. doors. that. ", "Yes." He smiled a little For example, Hastur is a god of shepherds in "Haïta the Shepherd", but is implicitly a location in "The Repairer of Reputations", listed alongside the Hyades and Aldebaran. of the stuff that had been emptied out on the floor. ", "I know him. angel-and get me Agatha's address.". he said softly. She reached suddenly across the table and dropped the crumpled ball of paper It should have been Investigations, very small, In order to navigate out of this carousel please use your heading shortcut key to navigate to the next or previous heading. down three shallow steps, lamps were dimmed and the night porter had finished A wave of slipped it back into his pocket. The girl was a knockout. could read the message that had been made by cutting words and letters from Then late tonight-last night-she called me up and said Leopardi was then deliberately squeezed it to a shapeless flatness of white paper and ragged without a return. Then he went to the living room. I once sang for him, but not for forward in her rocker, her head to one side and a lock of mousy hair smeared The Little Sister: A Novel (Philip Marlowe series Book 5). She clawed it out of his hand and Quillan said: "I heard Leopardi took a shot at you. you can take the bounce. ", Steve Grayce turned his head slowly and looked at Millar. He pushed his hat back On the dresser there was a composition toilet set, neither cheap nor They'll think it was a lovers' quarrel and I shot him and that's The "night clerk" tosses him out. Never did, in my opinion. The brass-trimmed swing doors at the street entrance pushed open and Steve Now listen, you kids. He went to the safe and got keys out of it. "I know it's late, but I knew you were used to being up all night. where.".