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e identification that would release hi without criatg hi the eyes of his -ws

这位小个子律师的漂亮黑发女秘书一脸不满的看着他。十六个小时的睡眠、刮了胡子以及一套新衣服让他的外表稍有改善，但也没好多少。

the little wyer’s pretty, bck-haired secretary looked at hi with gri disapproval as he ca the door sixteen hours’ sleep, a shave, and a fresh suit had helped his appearance a little, but not uch

，！

“别说什么评论的话。” 马龙一边说一边在身后踢上门。“把我的支票存根再加一遍，确定总额是多少。上次可能你算错了。”

“never d the rearks,” alone said, kickg the door shut behd hi “jt add up y check stubs aga and ake sure what y bance is you ay have had it wrong the st ti”

“我可不这么认为。” 她沮丧地说。“而且冯?弗拉纳根队长在过去的两个小时里一直在给你打电话。”

“i doubt it,” she said glooily “and capta von fnagan has been callg you for the past o hours”

“如果他再打来，告诉他，要我嘴巴闭紧得要现金十美元。” 律师说。然后他走进他的私人办公室。

“if he calls aga, tell hi i’ll keep y outh shut for ten dolrs cash,” the wyer said he went on to his private office

他把帽子和大衣扔在沙发上，在一个标有 “信息” 的文件夹里翻找，找到一个平底玻璃杯和一瓶半满的黑麦威士忌。犹豫了片刻后，他把杯子放回抽屉里，把瓶子凑到嘴边喝了一个大口，然后把瓶子又放了回去，坐到办公桌前。

he tossed his hat and overat on the fa, ruad through a file arked “ration,” and located a tubler and a half-full bottle of rye after a ont’s decision he put the tubler back the drawer, with the bottle to his lips, and drank deeply then he repced the bottle, and sat down at his desk

过去四天积累起来一堆的信件，在这堆信件的最上面是一叠明信片。马龙用手指拨弄着它们，看到它们都有同样的画面：一幅色彩过于艳丽的大海、天空和两棵树。他数了数。正好有四十八张。

on of the heap of rrespondence that had been llectg for the st four days was a