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THE VOICE ON THE TELEPHONE seemed to be sharp and peremptory, but I didn’t hear too well what it said—partly because I was only half awake and partly because I was holding the receiver upside down. I fumbled it around and grunted.

“Did you hear me? I said I was Clyde Umney, the lawyer.”

“Clyde Umney, the lawyer. I thought we had several of them.”

“You’re Marlowe, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I guess so.” I looked at my wristwatch. It was 6:30 A.M., not my best hour.

“Don’t get fresh with me, young man.”

“Sorry, Mr. Umney. But I’m not a young man. I’m old, tired and full of no coffee. What can I do for you, sir?”

“I want you to meet the Super Chief at eight o’clock, identify a girl among the passengers, follow her until she checks in somewhere, and then report to me. Is that clear?”

“No.”

“Why not?” he snapped.

“I don’t know enough to be sure I could accept the case.”

“I’m Clyde Um—”

“Don’t,” I interrupted. “I might get hysterical. Just tell me the basic facts. Perhaps another investigator would suit you better. I never was an FBI man.”

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