Wednesday, May 10, 2017

the last book I ever read (Dashiell Hammett's The Maltese Falcon, excerpt nine)

from The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett:

Spade waited until a bespectacled pudgy man and a thin-legged blonde girl had passed out of hearing. Then he chuckled and said: “That would go over big back on Seventh Avenue. But you’re not in Romeville now. You’re in my burg.” He inhaled cigarette-smoke and blew it out in a long pale cloud. “Well, where is he?”

The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second “you.”

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