e identification that would release hi without criatg hi the eyes of his -ws
這位小個子律師的漂亮黑髮女秘書一臉不滿的看著他。十六個小時的睡眠、颳了鬍子以及一套新衣服讓他的外表稍有改善，但也沒好多少。
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
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“別說什麼評論的話。” 馬龍一邊說一邊在身後踢上門。“把我的支票存根再加一遍，確定總額是多少。上次可能你算錯了。”
“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”
“我可不這麼認為。” 她沮喪地說。“而且馮?弗拉納根隊長在過去的兩個小時裡一直在給你打電話。”
“i doubt it,” she said glooily “and capta von fnagan has been callg you for the past o hours”
“如果他再打來，告訴他，要我嘴巴閉緊得要現金十美元。” 律師說。然後他走進他的私人辦公室。
“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發上，在一個標有 “資訊” 的資料夾裡翻找，找到一個平底玻璃杯和一瓶半滿的黑麥威士忌。猶豫了片刻後，他把杯子放回抽屜裡，把瓶子湊到嘴邊喝了一個大口，然後把瓶子又放了回去，坐到辦公桌前。
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
過去四天積累起來一堆的信件，在這堆信件的最上面是一疊明信片。馬龍用手指撥弄著它們，看到它們都有同樣的畫面：一幅色彩過於豔麗的大海、天空和兩棵樹。他數了數。正好有四十八張。
on of the heap of rrespondence that had been llectg for the st four days was a