About this book
An early novella, which lay the groundwork for his signature character, Philip Marlowe.
I pushed her back into the house without saying anything, shut the door. We stood looking at each other inside. She dropped her hand slowly and tried to smile. Then all expression went out of her white face and it looked as intelligent as the bottom of a shoe box... I lit my cigarette, puffed it slowly and then asked: "What are you doing here?"