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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If he remembered me he didn’t show it.

“Place is closed for another couple of hours, bub.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m here to see Eddie.”

“He know you’re coming?”

“No.”

“Then you probably aren’t going to see him.”

“It’s the movies,” I said. “All you hard guys think you have to act like some ham you saw in the movies. But he doesn’t act that way because he’s tough. He acts that way because he can’t act. Go tell Eddie I’m here.”

He gave me the same tough-guy blank stare and turned and disappeared back into the gloom to the right. Pretty soon he came and said, “This way.”

His expression hadn’t changed. Nothing had changed. He acted like he didn’t care about me. Maybe he wasn’t acting.

Eddie Mars was still gray. Fine gray hair, gray eyes, neat gray eyebrows. His double-breasted flannel suit was gray, and his shirt was a lighter gray and his tie a darker gray except for two red diamonds in it. He had a hand in his coat pocket with the thumb out, the nail perfectly manicured, gleaming in the light from the big old bay window that looked out at the sea. The room was paneled, with a fabric frieze above the paneling. A wood fire burned in the deep stone fireplace and the smell of the woodsmoke mingled softly with the smell of the cold ocean. The time-lock safe was still in the corner. The Sevres tea set still sat on its tray. It didn’t look like it had been used any more than it had the last time I was here.

Mars grinned at me sociably. “Nice to see you again, soldier,” he said.

“That’s not what everybody else says.”

Mars raised his even gray eyebrows. His face was tanned, and smooth-shaven, and healthy looking.

“People can be cruel,” he said. “Any special reason they’re talking to you that way?”

“I keep asking them where Carmen Sternwood is,” I said.

Mars’ face darkened. The smile stayed but it seemed less sociable.

“It’s that kind of a visit, is it?” Mars said.

“Of course it is,” I said. “Why would I come calling on you socially?”

“I thought we got along, Marlowe.”

“You’re a thug, Eddie. You look like a good polo player, and you’ve got a lot of money, and you know a lot of rich folks. But behind it you’re a thug, and you’ve got goons like Blondie there to follow you around with a rod.”

“And what’s that to you?” Mars said. “Supposing what you say is true. What the hell are you? You’re packing a rod, right now, under your left arm. You bend the law. You did it on Rusty Regan’s death. The difference between me and you, soldier, is I make money and you don’t.”

“The difference between you and me, Eddie, is there’s things I won’t do.”

Mars kept his smile and shrugged.

“What is it you wanted to ask me?” he said.

“What do you know about Carmen Sternwood?”

Mars shrugged again. Distantly I could hear the sound of the Pacific as it roiled against the foot of the cliff below the Cypress Club.

“Not much,” he said. “Except what you know.”

“You know where she is now?”

Mars shook his head. “Last I knew she was in a sanitarium up the top of Coldwater Canyon.”

“She’s not there now,” I said.

“She run off?”

It was my turn to shrug.

“Vivian hire you?” Mars said.

“No,” I said. “She’s one of the people telling me to butt out.”

“Lot of hard edge to that woman,” Mars said.

“She also told me that you had promised her you’d find Carmen.”

Mars was silent a moment. Then he said, “That a fact?”

“What she said,” I answered.

“Why would I do that?” Mars said.

“Same reason you rigged it to look like Rusty Regan ran off with your wife,” I said. “’Cause you’re sweet.”

Mars laughed out loud.

“Sweet,” he said. “Soldier, I’ve got to say I always enjoy you.”

“Like you enjoyed me when I found your wife and Regan wasn’t with her. And you were afraid I’d blow the whistle that maybe Regan really was dead. Like you enjoyed me when you told Lash Canino to kill me?”

Mars shrugged. “I underestimated you, soldier. How’d you take Canino anyway?”

“Your wife helped me. Mona Mars in the silver wig.”

“Ex-wife,” Mars said.

“Canino’s car was parked outside the farmhouse in Rialto.” I said, “Empty...”

And I was behind it wearing handcuffs, but I had a gun. And big brave Lash came out to get me, pushing your wife in front of him.

She came down the steps. Now I could see the white stiffness of her face. She started toward the car. A bulwark of defense for Canino, in case I could still spit in his eye. Her voice spoke through the lisp of the rain, saying slowly, without any tone: “I can’t see a thing, Lash. The windows are misted.”

He grunted something and the girl’s body jerked hard, as though he had jammed a gun into her back. She came on again and drew near the lightless car. I could see him behind her now, his hat, a side of his face, the bulk of his shoulder. The girl stopped rigid and screamed. A beautiful thin tearing scream that rocked me like a left hook.

“I can see him!” she screamed. “Through the window. Behind the wheel, Lash!”

He fell for it like a bucket of lead. He knocked her roughly to one side and jumped forward, throwing his hand up. Three more spurts of flame cut the darkness. More glass scarred. One bullet went on through and smacked a tree on my side. A ricochet whined off into the distance. But the motor went quietly on.

He was low down, crouched against the gloom, his face a grayness without form that seemed to come back slowly after the glare of the shots. If it was a revolver he had, it might be empty. It might not. He had fired six times, but he might have reloaded inside the house. I hoped he had. I didn’t want him with an empty gun. But it might be an automatic.

I said: “Finished?”

He whirled at me. Perhaps it would have been nice to allow him another shot or two, just like a gentleman of the old school. But his gun was still up and I couldn’t wait any longer. Not long enough to be a gentleman of the old school. I shot him four times, the Colt straining against my ribs. The gun jumped out of his hands as if it had been kicked. He reached both his hands for his stomach. I could hear them smack hard against his body. He fell like that, straight forward, holding himself together with his broad hands. He fell facedown in the wet gravel. And after that there wasn’t a sound from him...

“You ever see her, Eddie?”

Mars shook his head. “Not since the night I sprang her from the DA’s living room,” he said. “I took her home and went to make a drink and when I came back she was gone.”

“So you divorced her.”

“Uh huh.”

“And turned for solace to Vivian Regan.”

“You think so?”

“I got the impression you and she might be sort of an item,” I said.

“And if we were?”

“Then you might be sweet enough to find her little sister for her.”

“Those frails are poison, Marlowe. The younger one’s sicker than a week-old oyster, and Vivian’s the kind of broad that will always drive too fast. She breaks things.”

“But there’s all that money,” I said.

“Never mind that maybe I should take offense that I’d chase one of these broads to marry into the mashed potatoes,” Mars said. “The thing is, I don’t need it. I got enough.”

“Enough doesn’t mean anything to guys like you, Eddie.”

Mars’ smile vanished, and his face showed suddenly just how hard a guy he was.

“You don’t want to get in my way, soldier, unless you like the idea of breathing through your navel.”

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