The Name to Remember

The partner from Mexico City, the stranger dead in the potter and the man with a cauliflower ear. All added up to a corpse on a concrete floor. But I couldn't figure why until I found out there was one name above all that had to be remembered.

From the pen of Raymond Chandler, outstanding author of Crime Fiction, comes his most famous character in... The Adventures of Philip Marlow. Now, with Gerald Moore, star to Philip Marlow, we bring you tonight's exciting story, the name to remember.

The big clock at the far end of the Beverly Room cocktail lounge, where the opaque glass ice cubes where they should have been numbered, said it was twenty after five. That meant my new client Eddie Millet was late.

So sitting in an uncomfortable mushroom for two, I waited and worked on a long drink, and stared down into the mirror top of my table. I stopped staring when the reflection in the tabletop changed from red ceiling to gray Hamburg and pale blue eyes, in an almost friendly face.

I looked up to find easy going at him a lot looking about as he had been a year ago. Dapper and drape flannel carnation attached, and a thin smile on thin ellipse. He sat down, took off his hat and shook hands all in one quick motion, and I knew he was either in trouble or hurry or both.

Marlow, business. Business. You've got to find another who's been following me for the last couple of days. He's big. A lot of muscle under a t-shirt and a kind of jack. I like the dodges where when I'm warming up.