Dashiell Hammett: The Thin Man

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Nick and Nora Charles are Hammett's most enchanting creations, a rich, glamorous couple who solve crimes in between wisecracks and martinis. FROM THE PUBLISHER Nick and Nora Charles are Hammett's most enchanting creations, a rich, glamorous couple who solve homicides in between wisecracks and martinis. At once knowing and unabashedly romantic, The Thin Man is a murder mystery that doubles as a sophisticated comedy of manners. WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING Hammett did over and over what only the best writers ever do...he wrote scenes that seemed never to have been written before. — Raymond Chandler The most breathless of Hammett's stories. — Sinclair Lewis

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Dashiell Hammett

The Thin Man


I was leaning against the bar in a speakeasy on Fifty-second Street, waiting for Nora to finish her Christmas shopping, when a girl got up from the table where she had been sitting with three other people and came over to me. She was small and blonde, and whether you looked at her face or at her body in powder-blue sports clothes the result was satisfactory. �Aren't you Nick Charles?� she asked.

I said: �Yes.�

She held out her hand. �I'm Dorothy Wynant. You don't remember me, but you ought to remember my father, Clyde Wynant. You��

�Sure,� I said, �and I remember you now, but you were only a kid of eleven or twelve then, weren't you?�

�Yes, that was eight years ago. Listen: remember those stories you told me? Were they true?�

�Probably not. How is your father?�

She laughed. �I was going to ask you. Mamma divorced him, you know, and we never hear from him�except when he gets in the newspapers now and then with some of his carrvings on. Don't you ever see him?�

My glass was empty. I asked her what she would have to drink, she said Scotch and soda, I ordered two of them and said: �No, I've been living in San Francisco.�

She said slowly: �I'd like to see him. Mamma would raise hell if she found it out, but I'd like to see him.�


�He's not where we used to live, on Riverside Drive, and he's not in the phone book or city directory.�

�Try his lawyer,� I suggested.

Her face brightened. �Who is he?�

�It used to be a fellow named Mac-something-or-other�Macaulay, that's it. Herbert Macaulay. He was in the Singer Building.�

�Lend me a nickel,� she said, and went out to the telephone. She came back smiling. �I found him. He's just round the corner on Fifth Avenue.�

�Your father?�

�The lawyer. He says my father's out of town. I'm going round to see him.� She raised her glass to me. �Family reunions. Look, why don't��

Asta jumped up and punched me in the belly with her front feet. Nona, at the other end of the leash, said: �She's had a swell afternoon� knocked over a table of toys at Lord & Taylor's, scared a fat woman silly by licking her leg in Saks', and's been patted by three policemen.�

I made introductions. �My wife, Dorothy Wynant. Her father was once a client of mine, when she was only so high. A good guy, but screwy.�

�I was fascinated by him,� Dorothy said, meaning me, �a real live detective, and used to follow him around making him tell me about his experiences. He told me awful lies, but I believed every word.�

I said: �You look tired, Nora.�

�I am. Let's sit down.�

Dorothy Wynant said she had to go back to her table. She shook hands with Nora; we must drop in for cocktails, they were living at the Courtland, her mother's name was Jorgensen now. We would be glad to and she must come see us some time, we were at the Nonmandie and would be in New York for another week on two. Dorothy patted the dog's head and left us.

We found a table. Nora said: �She's pretty.�

�If you like them like that.�

She grinned at me. �You got types?�

�Only you, darling�lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.�

�And how about the red-head you wandered off with at the Quinns' last night?�

�That's silly,� I said. �She just wanted to show me some French etchings.�


The next day Herbert Macaulay telephoned me. �Hello. I didn't know you were back in town till Dorothy Wynant told me. How about lunch?"

�What time is it?�

�Half past eleven. Did I wake you up?�

�Yes,� I said, �but that's all right. Suppose you come up here for lunch: I've got a hangover and don't feel like running around much.�.�. . O.K., say one o'clock.�

I had a drink with Nora, who was going out to have her hair washed, then another after a shower, and was feeling better by the time the telephone rang again.

A female voice asked: �Is Mr. Macaulay there?�

�Not yet.�

�Sorry to trouble you, but would you mind asking him to call his office as soon as he gets there? It's important.�

I promised to do that.

Macaulay arrived about ten minutes later. He was a big curly-haired, tosy-cheeked, rather good-looking chap of about my age�forty-one� though he looked younger. He was supposed to be a pretty good lawyer. I had worked on several jobs for him when I was living in New York and we had always got along nicely.

Now we shook hands and patted each other's backs, and he asked me how the world was treating me, and I said, �Fine,� and asked him and he said, �Fine,� and I told him to call his office.

He came away from the telephone frowning. �Wynant's back in town,� he said, �and wants me to meet him.�

I turned around with the drinks I had poured. �Well, the lunch can��

�Let him wait,� he said, and took one of the glasses from me.

�Still as screwy as ever?�

�That's no joke,� Macaulay said solemnly. �You heard they had him in a sanatorium for nearly a year back in '29?�


He nodded. He sat down, put his glass on a table beside his chair, and leaned towards me a little. �What's Mimi up to, Charles?�

'Mimi? Oh, the wife�the ex-wife. I don't know. Does she have to be up to something?�

�She usually is,� he said dryly, and then very slowly, �and I thought you'd know.�

So that was it. I said: �Listen, Mac, I haven't been a detective for six years, since 1927.�

He stared at me.

�On the level,� I assured him, �a year after I got married, my wife's father died and left her a lumber mill and a narrow-gauge railroad and some other things and I quit the Agency to look after them. Anyway I wouldn't be working for Mimi Wynant, or Jorgensen, or whatever her name is�she never liked me and I never liked her.�

�Oh, I didn't think you�� Macaulay broke off with a vague gesture and picked up his glass. When he took it away from his mouth, he said: �I was just wondering. Here Mimi phones me three days ago�Tuesday� trying to find Wynant; then yesterday Dorothy phones, saying you told her to, and comes around, and�I thought you were still sleuthing, so I was wondering what it was all about.�

�Didn't they tell you?�

�Sure�they wanted to see him for old times' sake. That means a lot.�

�You lawyers are a suspicious crew,� I said. �Maybe they did�that and money. But what's the fuss about? Is he in hiding?�

Macaulay shrugged. �You know as much about it as I do. I haven't seen him since October.� He drank again. �How long are you going to be in town?�

�Till after New Year's,� I told him and went to the telephone to ask room service for menus.


Nora and I went to the opening of Honeymoon at the Little Theatre that night and then to a party given by some people named Freeman or Fielding or something. I felt pretty low when she called me the next morning. She gave me a newspaper and a cup of coffee and said: �Read that.�

I patiently read a paragraph or two, then put the paper down and took a sip of coffee. �Fun's fun,� I said, �but right now I'd swap you all the interviews with Mayor-elect O'Brien even printed�and throw in the Indian picture�for a slug of whis��

�Not that, stupid.� She put a finger on the paper. �That.�




The bullet-riddled body of Julia Wolf, thirty-two-year-old confidential secretary to Clyde Miller Wynant, well-known inventor, was discovered late yesterday afternoon in the dead woman's apartment at 41 1 East Fifty-fourth St. by Mrs. Christian Jorgensen, divorced wife of the inventor, who had gone there in an attempt to learn hen former husband's present address.

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