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"Better see Rush Madder. Know him?"

"Huh? What wren?" He still didnt look at me.

"Does it have to be that way?" His collar was too tight now. He yanked at it.

"Any ideas?" he asked softly.

"The one that phoned me."

He reached over and pushed the hook down. "Now, listen," he complained. "You're too fast. What you calling copper for?"

He reached over and pushed the hook down. "Now, listen," he complained. "You're too fast. What you calling copper for?"

"Huh? What wren?" He still didnt look at me.

"Better see Rush Madder. Know him?"

"Better see Rush Madder. Know him?"

"The one that phoned me."

The phone clicked. I put my end of it aside, struck a match and stared at the wall until the flame burned my fingers.

He didn't look at me. "About how we could do a little business together. Say, in stones."

I said slowly: "They want to talk to you. On account of you know a broad that knows a man had sore feet."

I reached for his telephone, which was the old-fashioned gallows type. I lifted off the receiver and started to dial the number of Police Headquarters, very slowly. I knew he would know that number about as well as he knew his hat.

Madder opened a flat tin of cigarettes and pushed one past his lips with a sound like somebody gutting a fish. His hand shook.

He put out a couple of nicotined fingers. "Well, well, the old dog catcher himself. The eye that never forgets. Marlowe is the name, I believe?"

"Well, well, sit down," Madder said. "Glad to see you." He fussed around behind his desk and adjusted a burst-out seat cushion, sat on it. "Nice of you to drop around. Business?"

"Who was the wren?" I asked.

He didn't look at me. "About how we could do a little business together. Say, in stones."

A shadow came against the glass and the door was pulled back with a squeak. I was looking at a thick-set man with a soft round chin, heavy black eyebrows, an oily complexion and a Charlie Chan mustache that made his face look fatter than it was.

A shadow came against the glass and the door was pulled back with a squeak. I was looking at a thick-set man with a soft round chin, heavy black eyebrows, an oily complexion and a Charlie Chan mustache that made his face look fatter than it was.

He didn't look at me. "About how we could do a little business together. Say, in stones."

"Huh? What wren?" He still didnt look at me.

A shadow came against the glass and the door was pulled back with a squeak. I was looking at a thick-set man with a soft round chin, heavy black eyebrows, an oily complexion and a Charlie Chan mustache that made his face look fatter than it was.

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