She licked her lips and stared at him. The fear went out of her face. She smiled back.
“Excuse the casual entrance,” he said. “The bell didn’t seem to rouse anybody. Is Mr. Geiger around?”
I said: “No. We don’t know just where he is. We found the door a little open. We stepped inside.”
He nodded and touched his long chin with the brim of his hat. “You’re friends of his, of course?”
“Just business acquaintances. We dropped by for a book. ”
“A book, eh?” He said that quickly and brightly and, I thought, a little slyly, as if he knew all about Geiger’s books. Then he looked at Carmen again and shrugged.
I moved towards the door. “We’ll trot along now,” I said. I took hold of her arm. She was staring at Eddie Mars. She liked him.
“Any message—if Geiger comes back?” Eddie Mars asked gently.
“We won’t bother you.”
“That’s too bad,” he said, with too much meaning. His gray eyes twinkled and then hardened as I went past him to open the door. He added in a casual tone: “The girl can dust. I’d like to talk to you a little, soldier.”
I let go of her arm. I gave him a blank stare. “Kidder, eh?” he said nicely. “Don’t waste it. I’ve got two boys outside in a car that always do just what I want them to.”
Carmen made a sound at my side and bolted through the door. Her steps faded rapidly downhill. I hadn’t seen her car, so she must have left it down below. I started to say: “What the hell—!”
“Oh, skip it,” Eddie Mars sighed. “There’s something wrong around here. I’m going to find out what it is. If you want to pick lead out of your belly, get in my way.”
“Well, well,” I said, “a tough guy.”
“Only when necessary, soldier.” He wasn’t looking at me any more. He was walking around the room, frowning, not paying any attention to me. I looked out above the broken pane of the front window. The top of a car showed over the hedge. Its motor idled.
Eddie Mars found the purple flagon and the two gold-veined glasses on the desk. He sniffed at one of the glasses, then at the flagon. A disgusted smile wrinkled his lips. “The lousy pimp,” he said tonelessly.
He looked at a couple of books, grunted, went on around the desk and stood in front of the little totem pole with the camera eye. He studied it, dropped his glance to the floor in front of it. He moved the small rug with his foot, then bent swiftly, his body tense. He went down on the floor with one gray knee. The desk hid him from me partly. There was a sharp exclamation and he came up again. His arm flashed under his coat and a black Luger appeared in his hand. He held it in long brown fingers, not pointing it at me, not pointing it at anything.
“Blood,” he said. “Blood on the floor there, under the rug. Quite a lot of blood.”
“Is that so?” I said, looking interested.
He slid into the chair behind the desk and hooked the mulberry-colored phone towards him and shifted the Luger to his left hand. He frowned sharply at the telephone, bringing his thick gray eyebrows close together and making a hard crease in the weathered skin at the top of his hooked nose. “I think we’ll have some law,” he said.
I went over and kicked at the rug that lay where Geiger had lain. “It’s old blood,” I said. “Dried blood.”
“Just the same we’ll have some law.”
“Why not?” I said.
His eyes went narrow. The veneer had flaked off him, leaving a well-dressed hard boy with a Luger. He didn’t like my agreeing with him.
“Just who the hell are you, soldier?”
“Marlowe is the name. I’m a sleuth.”
“Never heard of you. Who’s the girl?”
“Client. Geiger was trying to throw a loop on her with some blackmail. We came to talk it over. He wasn’t here. The door being open we walked in to wait. Or did I tell you that?”
“Convenient,” he said. “The door being open. When you didn’t have a key.”
“Yes. How come
you
had a key?”
“Is that