rc.theladyinthelake-第39章
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have to turn around now；〃 she said； polite as a tailor at a fitting。
〃There's something a little off key about everything you do；〃 I said。 〃You're definitely not good with guns。 You're much too close to me； and I hate to bring this up…but there's that old business of the safety catch not being off。 You've overlooked that too。〃 So she started to do two things at once。 To take a long step backwards and to feel with her thumb for the safety catch； without taking her eyes off my face。 Two very simple things； needing only a second to do。 But she didn't like my telling her。 She didn't like my thought riding over hers。 The minute confusion of it jarred her。
She let out a small choked sound and I dropped my right hand and yanked her face hard against my chest。 My left hand smashed down on her right wrist； the heel of my hand against the base of her thumb。 The gun jerked out of her hand to the floor。 Her face writhed against my chest and I think she was trying to scream。
Then she tried to kick me and lost what little balance she had left。 Her hands came up to claw at me。 I caught her wrist and began to twist it behind her back。 She was very strong； but I was very much stronger。 So she decided to go limp and let her whole weight sag against the hand that was holding her head。 I couldn't hold her up with one hand。 She started to go down and I had to bend down with her。
There were vague sounds of our scuffling on the floor by the davenport； and hard breathing； and if a floor board creaked I didn't hear it。 I thought a curtain ring checked sharply on a rod。 I wasn't sure and I had no time to consider the question。 A figure loomed up suddenly on my left； just behind； and out of range of clear vision。 I knew there was a man there and that he was a big man。
That was all I knew。 The scene exploded into fire and darkness。 I didn't even remember being slugged。 Fire and darkness and just before the darkness a sharp flash of nausea。
32
I smelled of gin。 Not just casually； as if I had taken four or five drinks of a winter morning to get out of bed on； but as 'if the Pacific Ocean was pure gin and I had nosedived off the boat deck。 The gin was in my hair and eyebrows； on my chin and under my chin。 It was on my shirt。 I smelled like dead toads。
My coat was off and I was lying flat on my back beside the davenport on somebody's carpet and I was looking at a framed picture。 The frame was of cheap soft wood varnished and the picture showed part of an enormously high pale yellow viaduct across which a shiny black lootive was dragging a Prussian blue train。 Through one lofty arch of the viaduct a wide yellow beach showed and was dotted with sprawled bathers and striped beach umbrellas。 Three girls walked close up； with paper parasols； one girl in cerise； one in pale blue； one in green。 Beyond the beach a curving bay was bluer than any bay has any right to be。 It was drenched with sunshine and flecked and dotted with arching white sails。 Beyond the inland curve of the bay three ranges of hills rose in three precisely opposed colors； gold and terra cotta and lavender。
Across the bottom of the picture was printed in large capitals SEE THE FRENCH RIVIERA BY THE BLUE TRAIN。
It was a fine time to bring that up。
I reached up wearily and felt the back of my head。 It felt pulpy。 A shoot of pain from the touch went clear to the soles of my feet。 I groaned； and made a grunt out of the groan； from professional pride…what was left of it。 I rolled over slowly and carefully and looked at the foot of a pulled down wall bed； one twin； the other being still up。 in the wall。 The flourish of design on the painted wood was familiar。 The picture had hung over the davenport and I hadn't even looked at it。
When I rolled a square gin bottle rolled off my chest and hit the floor。 It was water white； and empty。 It didn't seem possible there could be so much gin in just one bottle。
I got my knees under me and stayed on all fours for a while； sniffing like a dog who can't finish his dinner； but hates to leave it。 I moved my head around on my neck。 It hurt。 I moved it around some more and it still hurt； so I climbed up on my feet and discovered I didn't have any shoes on。
The shoes were lying against the baseboard； looking as dissipated as shoes ever looked。 I put them on wearily。 I was an old man now。 I was going down the last long hill。 I still had a tooth left though。 I felt it with my tongue。 It didn't seem to taste of gin。
〃It will all e back to you；〃 I said。 〃Some day it will all e back to you。 And you won't like it。〃 There was the lamp on the table by the open window。 There was the fat green davenport。 There was the doorway with the green curtains across it。 Never sit with your back to a green curtain。 It always turns out badly。 Something always happens。 Who had I said that to？ A girl with a gun。 A girl with a clear empty face and dark brown hair that had been blond。
I looked around for her。 She was still there。 She was lying on the pulled…down twin bed。
She was wearing a pair of tan stockings and nothing else。 Her hair was tumbled。 There were dark bruises on her throat。 Her mouth was open and a swollen tongue filled it to over…flowing。 Her eyes bulged and the whites of them were not white。
Across her naked belly four angry scratches leered crimson red against the whiteness of flesh。 Deep angry scratches； gouged out by four bitter fingernails。
On the davenport there were tumbled clothes； mostly hers。 My coat was there also。 I disentangled it and put it on。 Something crackled under my hand in the tumbled clothes。 I drew out a long envelope with money still in it。 I put it in my pocket。 Marlowe； five hundred dollars。 I hoped it was all there。 There didn't seem much else to hope for。
I stepped on the balls of my feet softly； as if walking on very thin ice。 I bent down to rub behind my knee and wondered which hurt most； my knee； or my head when I bent down to nib the knee。
Heavy feet came along the hallway and there was a hard mutter of voices。 The feet stopped。 A hard fist knocked on the door。
I stood there leering at the door； with my lips drawn back tight against my teeth。 I waited for somebody to open the door and walk in。 The knob was tried； but nobody walked in。 The knocking began again； stopped； the voices muttered again。 The steps went away。 I wondered how long it would take to get the manager with a pass key。 Not very long。
Not nearly long enough for Marlowe to get home from the French Riviera。
I went to the green curtain and brushed it aside and looked down a short dark hallway into a bathroom。 I went in there and put the light on。 Two wash rugs on the floor； a bath mat folded over the edge of the tub； a pebbled glass window at the corner of the tub。 I shut the bathroom door and stood on the edge of the tub and eased the window up。 This was the sixth floor。 There was no screen。 I put my head out and looked into darkness and a narrow glimpse of a street with trees。 I looked sideways and saw that the bathroom window of the next apartment was not more than three feet away。 A wellnourished mountain goat could make it without any trouble at all。
The question was whether a battered private detective could make it； and if so； what the harvest would be。
Behind me a rather remote and muffled voice seemed to be chanting the policeman's litany： 〃Open it up or we'll kick it in。〃 I sneered back at the voice。 They wouldn't kick it in because kicking in a door is hard on the feet。 Policemen are kind to their feet。 Their feet are about all they are kind to。
I grabbed a towel off the rack and pulled the two halves of the window down and eased out on the sill。 I swung half of me over to the next sill； holding on to the frame of the open window。 I could just reach to push the next window down； if it was unlocked。 It wasn't unlocked。 I got my foot over there and kicked the glass over the catch。 It made a noise that ought to have been heard in Reno。 I wrapped the towel around my left hand and reached in to turn the catch。 Down on the street a car went by； but nobody yelled at me。
I pushed the broken window down and climbed across to the other sif
