Murder, My Sweet Page #9

You give going-away presents here?

That's yours.

She gave it to you, didn't she?

She was going to,

but I didn't finish the job.

Anyway, I tried it on.

It's wrong for my complexion.

What am I supposed to do with it?

Give it to your girlfriend.

Give it back to China.

Strangle yourself with it! I don't care.

What do you know about that redhead,

pitching for me.

- How'd she take it about the old man?

- I wouldn't know.

Cute figure, huh?

- I didn't notice.

- You must be low on vitamins.

- She had more than a figure, too.

- Watch your step.

Not a beautiful face, but a good face.

A face like a Sunday school picnic.

- You know what kind of a face that is?

- I wouldn't know.

It's too bad I had to push her around.

I wonder how she figured me.

Not much, probably.

Maybe she thought

I liked that blonde chewing on my face.

Probably thought there was more.

I'd like to tell her.

No, there wouldn't be

much percentage in that, would there?

I wouldn't know. Hey, cab.

Watch your head.

- 1800 South Kingsley.

- Right.

She made swell coffee, anyway.

Nulty.

I haven't kissed anybody in a long time.

Would it be all right if I kissed you, Nulty?

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