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By Mel Gilden

He known as himself Zoot Marlowe, acknowledged he'd simply blown in from Bay urban. yet even the wacked out surfer dudes may possibly inform that the four-foot detective with the large schnoz used to be from someplace out in their global.

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I looked through the crack between the door of the cubicle and the moulding and saw grey business suits. Big help. Water began to run. ‘I don’t like this,’ a voice said. If it had been deeper, I would have called it squeaky. ‘We’re close,’ the second voice said. ’ ‘I don’t even like robots,’ the first voice said. ‘I forgot how delicate you are. But we’ll take a look at them anyway,’ the second voice said. It was not an idle suggestion. There was menace in the voice. A third voice, more of a grunt than a voice, said, ‘Yeah.

Carefully dressed men and women drove as if they knew that life would not surprise them with anything they didn’t want to surprise them. The shops got smaller, but brass gleamed on their doors, and tasteful awnings shaded their windows. There were a lot of French names and cute puns. It was that sort of neighbourhood. ‘Downtown Beverly Hills,’ Mr Chesnik said. ’ Mr Chesnik expelled some air that might have been a laugh. We drove past Victor Hugo’s Restaurant and were a block or so away from a big white ghost of a building that Mr Chesnik identified as Beverly Hills City Hall.

A few of them were protected by ivy-covered walls you couldn’t see over. The ones that didn’t have walls had columns like Greek temples and were so impressive, you’d want to wipe your feet just walking by. Mr Chesnik said, ‘Old General Stemwood of The Big Sleep lived around here somewhere. Remember, he had those two wild daughters? ’ I nodded, having no idea who he was talking about. But I didn’t say anything, figuring he had enough to think about for one day. We pulled up in front of a house no bigger than most of them, which is to say, it was only two storeys high and each member of the immediate family could have his or her own wing.

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