More from Raymond Chandler
A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window.
Farewell, My Lovely (1940), chapter 13We sneered at each other across the desk for a moment. He sneered better than I did.
Farewell, My Lovely (1940), chapter 20The girl slept on, motionless, in that curled-up looseness achieved by some women and all cats.
“I’ll Be Waiting” (short story), The Saturday Evening Post (14 October 1939)
