teresting but intricate curves。 I should suggest that you walk up the steps from the sidewalk cafe。 If you do that； Cabrillo is the third street you e to and my house is the only one on the block。 At seven then？〃
〃What is the nature of the employment； Mr。 Marriott？〃
〃I should prefer not to discuss that over the phone。〃
〃Can't you give me some idea？ Montemar Vista is quite a distance。〃
〃I shall be glad to pay your expenses； if we don't agree。 Are you particular about the nature of the employment？〃
〃Not as long as it's legitimate。〃
The voice grew icicles。 〃I should not have called you； if it were not。〃
A Harvard boy。 Nice use of the subjunctive mood。 The end of my foot itched； but my bank account was still trying to crawl under a duck。 I put honey into my voice and said： 〃Many thanks for calling me； Mr。 Marriott。 I'll be there。〃
He hung up and that was that。 I thought Mr。 Rembrandt had a faint sneer on his face。 I got the office bottle out of the deep drawer of the desk and took a short drink。 That took the sneer out of Mr。 Rembrandt in a hurry。
A wedge of sunlight slipped over the edge of the desk and fell noiselessly to the carpet。 Traffic lights bong…bonged outside on the boulevard； interurban cars pounded by； a typewriter clacked monotonously in the lawyer's office beyond the party wall。 I had filled and lit a pipe when the telephone rang again。
It was Nulty this time。 His voice sounded full of baked potato。 〃Well； I guess I ain't quite bright at that；〃 he said； when he knew who he was talking to。 〃I miss one。 Malloy went to see that Florian dame。〃
I held the phone tight enough to crack it。 My upper lip suddenly felt a little cold。 〃Go on。 I thought you had him cornered。〃
〃Was some other guy。 Malloy ain't around there at all。 We get a call from some old window…peeker on West Fifty…four。 Two guys was to see the Florian dame。 Number one parked the other side of the street and acted kind of cagey。 Looked the dump over good before he went in。 Was in about an hour。 Six feet； dark hair； medium heavy built。 e out quiet。〃
〃He had liquor on his breath too；〃 I said。
〃Oh； sure。 That was you； wasn't it？ Well； Number Two was the Moose。 Guy in loud clothes as big as a house。 He e in a car too but the old lady don't get the license； can't read the number that far off。 This was about a hour after you was there； she says。 He goes in fast and is in about five minutes only。 Just before he gets back in his car he takes a big gat out and spins the chamber。 I guess that's what the old lady saw he done。 That's why she calls up。 She don't hear no shots though； inside the house。〃
〃That must have been a big disappointment；〃 I said。
〃Yeah。 A nifty。 Remind me to laugh on my day off。 The old lady misses one too。 The prowl boys go down there and don't get no answer on the door； so they walk in； the front door not being locked。 Nobody's dead on the floor。 Nobody's home。 The Florian dame has skipped out。 So they stop by next door and tell the old lady and she's sore as a boil on account of she didn't see the Florian dame go out。 So they report back and go on about the job。 So about an hour； maybe hour and a half after that； the old lady phones in again and says Mrs。 Florian is home again。 So they give the call to me and I ask her what makes that important and she hangs up in my face。〃
Nulty paused to collect a little breath and wait for my ments。 I didn't have any。 After a moment he went on grumbling。
〃What you make of it？〃
〃Nothing much。 The Moose would be likely to go by there； of course。 He must have known Mrs。 Florian pretty well。 Naturally he wouldn't stick around very long。 He would be afraid the law might be wise to Mrs。 Florian。〃
〃What I figure；〃 Nulty said calmly； 〃Maybe I should go over and see her…kind of find out where she went to。〃
〃That's a good idea；〃 I said。 〃If you can get somebody to lift you out of your chair。〃
〃Huh？ Oh； another nifty。 It don't make a lot of difference any more now though。 I guess I won't bother。〃
〃All right；〃 I said。 〃Let's have it whatever it is。〃
He chuckled。 〃We got Malloy all lined up。 We really got him this time。 We make him at Girard； headed north in a rented hack。 He gased up there and the service station kid recognized him from the description we broadcast a while back。 He said everything jibed except Malloy had changed to a dark suit。 We got county and state law on it。 If he goes on north we get him at the Ventura line； and if he slides over to the Ridge Route； he has to stop at Castaic for his check ticket。 If he don't stop； they phone ahead and block the road。 We don't want no cops shot up； if we can help it。 That sound good？〃
〃It sounds all right；〃 I said。 〃If it really is Malloy； and if he does exactly what you expect him to do。〃
Nulty cleared his throat carefully。 〃Yeah。 What you doing on it…just in case？〃
〃Nothing。 Why should I be doing anything on it？〃
〃You got along pretty good with that Florian dame。 Maybe she would have some more ideas。〃
〃All you need to find out is a full bottle；〃 I said。
〃You handled her real nice。 Maybe you ought to kind of spend a little more time on her。〃
〃I thought this was a police job。〃
〃Oh sure。 Was your idea about the girl though。〃
〃That seems to be out…unless the Florian woman is lying about it。〃
〃Dames lie about anything…just for practice；〃 Nulty said grimly。 〃You ain't real busy； huh？〃
〃I've got a job to do。 It came in since I saw you。 A job where I get paid。 I'm sorry。〃
〃Walking out； huh？〃
〃I wouldn't put it that way。 I just have to work to earn a living。〃
〃Okey； pal。 If that's the way you feel about it； okey。〃
〃I don't feel any way about it；〃 I almost yelled。 〃I just don't have time to stooge for you or any other cop。〃
〃Okey； get sore；〃 Nulty said； and hung up。
I held the dead phone and snarled into it： 〃Seventeen hundred and fifty cops in this town and they want me to do their leg work for them。〃
I dropped the phone into its cradle and took another drink from the office bottle。
After a while I went down to the lobby of the building to buy an evening paper。 Nulty was right in one thing at least。 The Montgomery killing hadn't even made the want…ad section so far。
I left the office again in time for an early dinner。
8
I got down to Montemar Vista as the light began to fade； but there was still a fine sparkle on the water and the surf was breaking far out in long smooth curves。 A group of pelicans was flying bomber formation just under the creaming lip of the waves。 A lonely yacht was taking in toward the yacht harbor at Bay City。 Beyond it the huge emptiness of the Pacific was purple…gray。
Montemar Vista was a few dozen houses of various sizes and shapes hanging by their teeth and eyebrows to a spur of mountain and looking as if a good sneeze would drop them down among the box lunches on the beach。
Above the beach the highway ran under a wide concrete arch which was in fact a pedestrian bridge。 From the inner end of this a flight of concrete steps with a thick galvanized handrail on one side ran straight as a ruler up the side of the mountain。 Beyond the arch the sidewalk cafe my client had spoken of； was bright and cheerful inside； but the iron…legged tile…topped tables outside under the striped awning were empty save for a single dark woman in slacks who smoked and stared moodily out to sea； with a bottle of beer in front of her。 A fox tether was using one of the iron chairs for a lamppost。 She chided the dog absently as I drove past and gave the sidewalk cafe my business to the extent of using its parking space。
I walked back through the arch and started up the steps。 It was a nice walk if you liked grunting。 There were two hundred and eighty steps up to Cabrillo Street。 They were drifted over with windblown sand and the handrail was as cold and wet as a toad's belly。
When I reached the top the sparkle had gone from the water and a seagull with a broken trailing leg was twisting against the offsea breeze。 I sat down on the damp cold top step and shook the sand out of my shoes and waited for my pulse to e down into the low hundreds。 When I was breathing more or less normally again I shook my shirt loose from my back and went along to the lighted house which was the onl