Роберт Паркер - Perchance to Dream

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Now Robert B. Parker, author of the Spenser detective novels and foremost interpreter of the Chandler tradition, embarks once again into Chandler territory with an all-new sequel to the 1939 classic The Big Sleep. Set in the sun-drenched streets and on the lush hillsides of Los Angeles, Perchance to Dream takes private eye Philip Marlowe deeper than ever into labyrinths of crime, duplicity, and murder.
After the death of General Guy Sternwood, his daughter Vivian sends her psychotic sister, Carmen, to a sanatorium. Carmen’s sudden disappearance from the hospital leads Vivian to turn in desperation to Eddie Mars, a shady underworld club owner. Concerned for what is happening to the family, the Sternwoods’ butler asks Marlowe to find Carmen and fend off Eddie Mars once again.
Through it all, Marlowe presses for the truth, a tough, shop-soiled Galahad. In Perchance to Dream, Parker adds a major new work to the Philip Marlowe canon — a novel of high suspense, action, and pure entertainment.

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The servant left me there to admire Dr. Claude and returned in maybe two minutes.

“This way, sir,” he said with the faint hint of an accent, though I couldn’t identify it.

I followed him through a door to the right. We went through a room that was probably a library, with books in shelves along all of the paneled walls and a vast stone fireplace against the far end of the room. There were drapes on all the windows in some sort of turquoise coloration that reached the floor and gathered in an overabundant pile at the baseboard. Beyond the library was an office, smaller than the library but done in the same motif and complete with a slightly scaled-down version of the same fieldstone fireplace on the near end wall where it could share the same chimney shaft. In here the turquoise drapes were drawn and the room was dim. In front of the windows was a desk that could have been a basketball court for midgets. And behind it was Claude Bonsentir.

He was a dark lean jasper with longish black hair parted in the exact middle of his head. He wore a pencil moustache, and his dark eyes were deeply recessed so that he seemed to be peering out at you from far inside someplace. He was wearing a dark suit with a wide white pinstripe. There was a big gold watch chain draped across his vest, and some sort of key hung from it. He sat with his hands tented before him, elbows on the desk. His nails were manicured and gleamed with recent buffing. He tapped his fingertips gently against his lower lip. On the desk before him, set at precise square to him, was my card. There was nothing else on the desk top except an onyx pen and pencil set. He stared down at my card. I stood in front of his desk. He continued to stare down at my card. I waited.

Across the room there were two leather chairs with brass studding along the seams, and squarish arms. I went over and got one and dragged it to his desk and sat in it across from him. He raised his eyes slowly and peered out at me from the deep sockets.

I waited. He gazed.

I said, “You want to check my teeth?”

Bonsentir did not smile, nor did his gaze waver.

“You are a private detective,” he said. He had one of those Hollywood elocution voices which has no real accent but sounds nearly British, especially if you haven’t heard a real one. He sounded like a guy that recited bad poems on the radio.

“When I’m not polishing my yacht,” I said.

Bonsentir did some more gazing. I waited. As my eyes got accustomed to the dimness I could see that the walls were ornamented with some sort of Indian metal-work. Turquoise and stones I couldn’t recognize set in patterns on a large silver shield. There were six or seven of these around the office. Over the fireplace was a big oil painting of Bonsentir, wearing a white robe and looking profound.

“I am a serious man, Mr. Marlowe. I have the well-being of many people in my purview. I devote my time to thinking about them. I have no time left over to be amusing.”

“You’re doing okay,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow. “You find me amusing,” he said.

“Enthralling,” I said. “I was wondering if you could tell me the whereabouts of Carmen Sternwood?”

Bonsentir leaned back slowly in his chair and opened his mouth wide enough so he could tap his lower teeth with his thumbs. He worked the gaze on me some more. I think it was supposed to make me melt into a puddle on the floor near his desk.

“Why do you ask?” Bonsentir said.

“I’ve been employed to ask,” I said.

“By whom?”

“By he who employed me,” I said.

“He?”

“He or she,” I said.

“May I have this person’s name?” Bonsentir said.

“Why?” I said.

Bonsentir dropped his hands to the desk top and let them lie flat. He leaned forward slightly.

“You are very annoying, Mr. Marlowe.”

“I’ve heard that,” I said. “I have often resolved to improve.”

Bonsentir kept his new pose.

“I’m afraid the well-being of my patient requires me to turn aside all unauthorized inquiries, Mr. Marlowe. I greatly respect each patient’s right to privacy.”

“She’s here then?” I said.

“I cannot comment on any of your questions, I’m afraid.”

“I heard she wasn’t here,” I said. “I heard that she’s gone and that her sister, Vivian Regan, has asked a hard customer named Eddie Mars to find her.”

“Do you represent Mrs. Regan?”

“No. I represent her butler.”

“Her butler?” Bonsentir came as close as he probably could to laughing. It made his pencil moustache wiggle slightly. “My dear Mr. Marlowe, I’m very dreadfully afraid that Mrs. Regan’s butler has very little standing here.”

“Doctor, there’s a couple of ways we can go with this,” I said. “You could cooperate by either showing me Carmen Sternwood alive and well, or explaining to me where she is, and helping me find her; or I can come up here with a couple of tough L. A. County deputies and stomp all over your jonquils and interrogate your staff and probably set your patients back five years. Cops are kind of direct sometimes.”

“I assure you, Marlowe, that would be a mistake,” Bonsentir said. “I am not without knowledge of my legal rights, and I am not without influence.”

“But you seem to be without Carmen Sternwood,” I said.

“It is time for you to leave, Marlowe.”

Bonsentir pressed a button under the rim of his desk and the door to his office opened and two guys in white came in. One of them was a blond beachboy. His hair almost white, his skin where he bulged out of his white T-shirt, a golden tan. I could have taken him with a swizzle stick.

The other guy was trouble. He was Mexican, with opaque black eyes that were all Indian and thick black hair that he had pulled back and tied in a pigtail. His arms were unnaturally long and his legs seemed short, and bowed; too small to support the massive upper half of him.

“My orderlies will show you out now.”

I could see that they would. I stood up.

“I’m going to find Carmen Sternwood,” I said to Bonsentir. “You better hope I find her here.”

“Mr. Marlowe, you are a little man doing a little man’s pallid job. Don’t waste your time trying to threaten me. It is time now for you to go.”

The two orderlies stood beside me, looking at Bonsentir. I could smell whatever the Mexican had eaten for lunch. I looked at Bonsentir and shrugged and headed for the door. The orderlies followed me out and to my car and stood in the driveway watching me until I was out of sight. When I reached Sunset I headed east toward downtown L. A. Scaring Dr. Bonsentir out of his wits hadn’t been too effective. Time to try a different approach.

5

Captain Gregory of the Missing Persons Bureau shifted his heavy body in his swivel chair and looked at me as carefully as he did everything else.

“How you been, Marlowe?” he said.

He had a thick bulldog pipe in his hands and was packing tobacco into the bowl from a canister on his desk.

“Nobody’s hit me with a sap this month,” I said.

“Surprising,” Gregory said.

“Month’s not over yet,” I said.

Gregory had the pipe packed the way he wanted it. He put it in his mouth and lit it with a kitchen match, moving the match carefully over the surface of the tobacco to make sure it was evenly lit. He drew in a big draught of smoke and blew the match out with it. Behind him through his office window I could see the hall of justice maybe half a mile away.

“Never found Rusty Regan, I guess,” Gregory said.

“Never laid eyes on him,” I said.

Gregory got the pipe settled in the corner of his mouth and leaned a little further back in the chair and folded his hands over his stomach.

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