The Baton Sinister

Get this and get it straight. Crime is a sucketh road and those who travel had wind up in the gut of the prison of the grave. It was a gorgeous tapestry found under a tomb and they were all after it.

They worried him, Porter, the man with half a face. The Englishman in an LA slum and the lady wearing a green veil. But before it was over none of them had it and two of the four were dead.

From the pan of Raymond Chandler, outstanding author of crime fiction, comes his most famous character in The Adventures of Philip Marlow. Philip Marlowe. Now with Gerald Moore, star is Philip Marlowe. We bring you tonight's transcribed story, The Baton Sinister.

I'd watched the blood red sun set behind an ugly purple storm out on the ocean. And the weird afterglow that crept into the canyon of the Hollywood Hills made me uneasy. Added emphasis that a squireting phone call I received at my office from a man named Paula Schindler.

My new is a very capable worldwide broker of bizarre art objects. In words that fellow of each other in urgency, He asked me to meet him in my place at once. As I drove to my apartment, I figured the trouble lay ahead.

But I didn't realize how close it was until I parked and started out of my car. A bullet smashed the corner of my windshield. My duck for cover then hugged the building and headed for the rear, where I was sure I'd seen a gun flash.

I was halfway there when the side door flew open, and Pollard Schindler himself stopped me. He was white-faced in shaking his eyes, ringed by dark blue circles of fatigue. That shot. Yeah, somebody threw a slug at me, she looked from back there.