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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“What I need from you is understanding. You must have some idea of what it is like to try and protect Carmen?”

“I have an idea what it’s like to try to protect the rest of the world from Carmen,” I said.

Vivian’s face was dramatically hurt.

“I was hoping for better from you, Marlowe. I was hoping that the something that sparked between us before hasn’t gone away completely.”

I laughed and drank a little more of my rye.

“What went between us, Mrs. Regan, was you showing me your legs and trying to get me to do whatever you said because I’d seen your legs.”

“And nothing more?”

I shrugged. Maybe there had been something more. I was after all getting drunk in the middle of the day.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Was there?”

“Yes,” she said.

I wanted to believe her. Up close her eyes were nearly coal black and full of heat. She was wearing a lilac scent, an expensive one. And her wide mouth was soft looking with a full lower lip that seemed specifically meant to be nibbled on. I nodded and didn’t say anything.

“I’m not as tough as I look, Marlowe,” she said.

“If you were as tough as you look,” I said, “you’d probably have to be licensed.”

“I’m nowhere near as tough as you are,” she said. “Oh, I know the smart mouth and the dark handsome looks and all of that. Just a lovable gumshoe. But I know what’s inside that. I know that inside it’s all iron and ice.”

She leaned forward toward me, showing me a white lace bra and a good deal of breast as well. “But I’m betting that there’s something else in there too.”

“Don’t bet your life on it, lady,” I said. “I appreciate you showing me what you’ve got. But don’t bet everything that you can melt the iron and ice.”

She got up slowly and walked around the desk and sat quite carefully on my lap. She put her arms around my neck and leaned her face close to me. I could feel the heat of her breath on my face.

“Let’s see,” she said and pressed her mouth against mine, open. We explored that for a while, and when we finally broke, both of us were breathing harder than we had been. Vivian looked into my eyes from very close, so close that her eyes blurred as I’m sure mine must have to her.

“Maybe just a little melting?” she said.

“You found Carmen yet?” I said.

She stiffened and then stood up and walked back around the desk to her chair.

“Damn you,” she said. “Goddamn you, Marlowe. Don’t you change? Can’t you ever change?”

Her voice shook a little and she had to look down and breathe a bit to get her composure. When she finally spoke her voice was a little hoarse.

“I know she’s all right, Marlowe. I don’t know where she is, but I know that Dr. Bonsentir knows and it’s all right.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I said.

“Please,” she said. “You want to hear me beg, okay, listen. Please leave this alone. I know you don’t care about money. But I’ll pay you twice what Norris is paying, three times. If you will please just leave this alone.”

“Have you spoken to Norris?” I said.

She shook her head.

“I cannot speak to Norris as I can speak to you.”

“Why not,” I said. “You could show him your legs...” I finished it off with a hand flip.

“He’s the butler, for God’s sake, Marlowe. Do you enjoy humiliating me?”

“I’m not humiliating you,” I said. “You’re doing that yourself. I’m just after the truth.”

“Truth,” she said and laughed without even a hint of humor. “What the hell is the truth? And what difference does it ever make? You’re like so many men. You have these things you think are so important. Truth. My Word . Honor. Right. Pride.” She shook her head and laughed again. A laugh more painful than any scream. “You probably believe in love, for God’s sake.”

“What I believe in right now, Mrs. Regan, is finding Carmen.”

“Why? In the name of God, why do you care? What difference can she ever make?”

“It’s what I do for a living,” I said. “Somebody hired me to do it.”

“You will cause more trouble than you understand,” Vivian said.

I didn’t have anything to say to that, so I let it pass. We looked at each other for a while. Then Vivian sighed and stood up.

“I’m sorry, Marlowe,” she said.

“Sure,” I said. “I’m sorry too.”

She turned and headed for the door. She opened it and turned for a moment and looked back as if she were going to say something. Then she shook her head and turned away.

“Vivian,” I said.

She paused and looked back.

“I enjoyed the kiss,” I said.

She stared at me for a moment and then shook her head again.

“That’s the hell of it,” she said. “I did too.”

Then she turned and closed the door behind her. I sat and looked at it and sipped the rest of the rye. She must have left the outside door open. Because I didn’t hear it close.

7

After Vivian left I corked the office bottle and put it back in the drawer. I went to the sink, rinsed out the glasses, washed my hands and face, and went back to my desk. I got out the phone book and looked up some numbers and made some calls. The L. A. County medical board had no registration of Dr. Claude Bonsentir.

The licensing board had never heard of him.

That taken care of, I went down on the boulevard and sat at a counter and had some late lunch. Never-at-a-loss Marlowe, the hungry detective. After lunch I strolled back up the boulevard toward my office. The movie executives were coming out of Musso & Frank’s, telling each other how much they loved each other’s last picture. The tourists walked along the sidewalk, heads down, staring at the stars in the pavement. If a real star had happened by they’d have never seen him. Near the Chinese theater a group of tourists stood and looked at the footprints in the concrete and listened to some sort of guide telling them about it. Outside the Roosevelt Hotel the prostitutes waited. They’d come from Keokuk and Great Falls, planning to start as starlets and become stars. It hadn’t worked out. Some had started maybe as starlets, but they’d ended up as whores and as the afternoon began to wane, with its promise of evening, they gathered with the desperation in their eyes. Hollywood the town of sex and money and hokum for the tourists. A town where guys like Bonsentir could make a handsome living without a license, without any trace in the medical board records, without any interference from the buttons. Hooray.

Having been told by everyone but Daisy Duck to butt out, and having earned a total of one dollar on the case so far, the smart thing to do would have been to go back to the office and have another couple of pulls at my bottle of rye and think long thoughts about how glamorous it was to be in Hollywood. That being the smart thing to do, I got in my car and drove down to Las Olindas to see Eddie Mars. Which is how smart I am.

The Cypress Club was half hidden by a grove of wind-twisted cypress trees, which is probably why they called it the Cypress Club. It had once been a hotel and before that a rich man’s house. It still looked like a rich man’s house, grown a little shabby, and tarnished a bit by the beach fog that hung over it much of the time.

There was no doorman when I arrived, too early. The big double doors that separated the main room from the entry foyer were open. Inside there was only a barman setting up for the evening, and a Filipino in a white coat dry-mopping the old parquet floor. From somewhere in the dimness to my right a pasty-faced blond man appeared. He was slim and there was no expression in his face. I remembered him from when I first saw him in Arthur Gwynne Geiger’s house with the smell of ether still in the air, and blood still on the rug.

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