Heir for G-String eprehearsal

Get this and get it straight. Crime is a sucker's road. And those who travel had wind up in the gut of the prison of the grave. There's no other end. But they never learn. There's nothing really wrong with a hot summer.

But if some sadist really wanted to bring out the worst in anybody, particularly me, after a steaming day, all they asked to do was expose me to air conditioning. Take for instance the broad view hotel which was on Olive Street in downtown LA. It ground out alternating currents of cold air from what could laughingly be called the lobby. I'd revolve through the usual doors and

stood squinting into the icy darkness. When my eyes leveled off again I made my way to the elevators, sinking into the deep pile carpeting up to my hot and cold ankles. By the time I reached room 972 I was in the first stages of a chill. Air conditioning is a marvelous invention. It guarantees the summer cold for life.

Oh, you're Mr. Marlow? That's right. That makes you Mr. Almond, huh? Oh, come in. Martin Almond, come in. Sure. Yeah, you're nothing like I pictured you, Mr. Almond. So don't please, Mr. Marlow. Picture it, me? I don't understand.

Well, all my life I'd heard about Philadelphia lawyers. Somewhere along the line I drew up a mental 8 by 10 of a, yeah well it doesn't matter you just don't look the prototype. Perhaps that's because I'm only a junior partner in the firm Mr. Marlow. Yeah maybe that's it.

You know it's an odd thing about prototypes Mr. Marlow they'll trick you. Oh. For example I've always had the idea that men in your, well I'll call it a profession. That's nice of you. That men in your profession always wore trench coats. Yeah well that's cause Bogart looks so good in them. Yes. Well about our business together. I'll be here in Los Angeles a