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

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

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

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

"Any ideas?" he asked softly.

"The one that phoned me."

"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?"

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

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

"Better see Rush Madder. Know him?"

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

I sat down and put a cigarette between my teeth and looked at him. I didn't say a word. I watched him start to sweat. It started up in his hair. Then he grabbed a pencil and made marks on his blotter. Then he looked at mc with a quick darting glance, down at his blotter again. He talked-to the blotter.

"Any ideas?" he asked softly.

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

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?"

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

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.

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?"

"Any ideas?" he asked softly.

The Quorn Building was a narrow front, the color of dried mustard, with a large case of false teeth in the entrance. The directory held the names of painless dentists, people who teach you how to become a letter carrier, just names, and numbers without any names, Rush Madder, Attorney-at-Law, was in Room 619.

"Who was the wren?" I asked.

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

There was a sudden tinkling, icy-cold laugh on the wire. "On account of a guy had sore feet," the voice said.

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

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