〃No。〃
〃It's the only really valuable kind。 Other kinds are valuable to some extent for the material； but chiefly for the workmanship on them。 Fei Tsui is valuable in itself。 All known deposits were exhausted hundreds of years ago。 A friend of mine owns a necklace of sixty beads of about six carats each； intricately carved。 Worth eighty or ninety thousand dollars。 The Chinese government has a very slightly larger one valued at a hundred and twenty…five thousand。 My friend's necklace was taken in a holdup a few nights ago。 I was present； but quite helpless。 I had driven my friend to an evening party and later to the Trocadero and we were on our way back to her home from there。 A car brushed the left front fender and stopped； as I thought； to apologize。 Instead of that it was a very quick and very neat holdup。 Either three or four men； I really saw only two； but I'm sure another stayed in the car behind the wheel； and I thought I saw a glimpse of still a fourth at the rear window。 My friend was wearing the jade necklace。 They took that and two rings and a bracelet。 The one who seemed to be the leader looked the things over without any apparent hurry under a small flashlight。 Then he handed one of the rings back and said that would give us an idea what kind of people we were dealing with and to wait for a phone call before reporting to the police or the insurance pany。 So we obeyed their instructions。 There's plenty of that sort of thing going on； of course。 You keep the affair to yourself and pay ransom； or you never see your jewels again。 If they're fully insured； perhaps you don't mind； but if they happen to be rare pieces； you would rather pay ransom。〃
I nodded。 〃And this jade necklace is something that can't be picked up every day。〃
He slid a finger along the polished surface of the piano with a dreamy expression； as if touching smooth things pleased him。
〃Very much so。 It's irreplaceable。 She shouldn't have worn it out…ever。 But she's a reckless sort of woman。 The other things were good but ordinary。〃
〃Uh…huh。 How much are you paying？〃
〃Eight thousand dollars。 It's dirt cheap。 But if my friend couldn't get another like it； these thugs couldn't very easily dispose of it either。 It's probably known to every one in the trade； all over the country。〃
〃This friend of yours…does she have a name？〃
〃I'd prefer not to mention it at the moment。〃
〃What are the arrangements？〃
He looked at me along his pale eyes。 I thought he seemed a bit scared； but I didn't know him very well。 Maybe it was a hangover。 The hand that held the dark cigarette couldn't keep still。
〃We have been negotiating by telephone for several days…through me。 Everything is settled except the time and place of meeting。 It is to be sometime tonight。 I shall presently be getting a call to tell me of that。 It will not be very far away； they say； and I must be prepared to leave at once。 I suppose that is so that no plant could be arranged。 With the police； I mean。〃
〃Uh…huh。 Is the money marked？ I suppose it is money？〃
〃Currency； of course。 Twenty dollar bills。 No； why should it be marked？〃
〃It can be done so that it takes black light to detect it。 No reason…except that the cops like to break up these gangs…if they can get any co…operation。 Some of the money might turn up on some lad with a record。〃
He wrinkled his brow thoughtfully。 〃I'm afraid I don't know what black light is。〃
〃Ultra…violet It makes certain metallic inks glisten in the dark。 I could get it done for you。〃
〃I'm afraid there isn't time for that now；〃 he said shortly。
〃That's one of the things that worries me。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Why you only called me this afternoon。 Why you picked on me。 Who told you about me？〃
He laughed。 His laugh was rather boyish； but not a very young boy。 〃Well； as a matter of fact I'll have to confess I merely picked your name at random out of the phone book。 You see I hadn't intended to have anyone go with me。 Then this afternoon I got to thinking why not。〃
I lit another of my squashed cigarettes and watched his throat muscles。 〃What's the plan？〃
He spread his hands。 〃Simply to go where I am told； hand over the package of money； and receive back the jade necklace。〃
〃Uh…huh。〃
〃You seem fond of that expression。〃
〃What expression？〃
〃Uh…huh。〃
〃Where will I be…in the back of the car？〃
〃I suppose so。 It's a big car。 You could easily hide in the back of it。〃
〃Listen；〃 I said slowly。 〃You plan to go out with me hidden in your car to a destination you are to get over the phone some time tonight。 You will have eight grand in currency on you and with that you are supposed to buy back a jade necklace worth ten or twelve times that much。 What you will probably get will be a package you won't be allowed to open…providing you get anything at all。 It's just as likely they will simply take your money； count it over in some other place； and mail you the necklace； if they feel bighearted。 There's nothing to prevent them double…crossing you。。 Certainly nothing I could do would stop them。 These are heist guys。 They're tough。 They might even knock you on the head…not hard…just enough to delay you while they go on their way。〃
〃Well； as a matter of fact； I'm a little afraid of something like that；〃 he said quietly； and his eyes twitched。 〃I suppose that's really why I wanted somebody with me。〃
〃Did they put a flash on you when they pulled the stick up？〃
He shook is head； no。
〃No matter。 They've had a dozen chances to look you over since。 They probably knew all about you before that anyway。 These jobs are cased。 They're cased the way a dentist cases your tooth for a gold inlay。 You go out with this dame much？〃
〃Well…not infrequently；〃 he said stiffly。
〃Married？〃
〃Look here；〃 he snapped。 〃Suppose we leave the lady out of this entirely。〃
〃Okey；〃 I said。 〃But the more I know the fewer cups I break。 I ought to walk away from this job； Marriott。 I really ought。 If the boys want to play ball； you don't need me。 If they don't want to play ball； I can't do anything about it。〃
〃All I want is your pany；〃 he said quickly。
I shrugged and spread my hands。 〃Okey…but I drive the car and carry the money…and you do the hiding in the back。 We're about the same height。 If there's any question； we'll just tell them the truth。 Nothing to lose by it。〃
〃No。〃 He bit his lip。
〃I'm getting a hundred dollars for doing nothing。 If anybody gets conked； it ought to be me。〃
He frowned and shook his head； but after quite a long time his face cleared slowly and he smiled。
〃Very well；〃 he said slowly。 〃I don't suppose it matters much。 We'll be together。 Would you care for a spot of brandy？〃
〃Uh…huh。 And you might bring me my hundred bucks。 I like to feel money。〃
He moved away like a dancer； his body almost motionless from the waist up。
The phone rang as he was on his way out。 It was in a little alcove off the living room proper； cut into the balcony。
It wasn't the call we were thinking about though。 He sounded too affectionate。
He danced back after a while with a bottle of Five…Star Martell and five nice crisp twenty…dollar bills。 That made it a nice evening…so far。
9
The house was very still。 Far off there was a sound which might have been beating surf or cars zooming along a highway； or wind in pine trees。 It was the sea； of course； breaking far down below。 I sat there and listened to it and thought long； careful thoughts。
The phone rang four times within the next hour and a half。 The big one came at eight minutes past ten。 Marriott talked briefly； in a very low voice； cradled the instrument without a sound and stood up with a sort of hushed movement。 His face looked drawn。 He had changed to dark clothes now。 He walked silently back into the room and poured himself a stiff drink in a brandy glass。 He held it against the light a moment with a queer unhappy smile； swirled it once quickly and tilted his head back to pour it down his throat。
〃Well…we're all set； Marlowe。 Ready？〃
〃That's all I've been all evening。 Where do we go？〃
〃A place called Purissima Canyon。〃
〃I never heard of it。〃
〃I'll get a map。〃 He got one and spread it out quickly and the light blinked in his brassy hair as he bent over it。 Then he pointed with his finger。 The place w