Raymond Chandler Saturday
The little man was from the Calabar coast or from Papua or Tongatabu, some such remote place like that. An empire-builder frayed at the temples, thin and yellow, and slightly drunk at the club bar. And he was wearing a faded school tie he had probably kept year after year in a tin box so the centipedes wouldn't eat it.  
Read the rest of "The Bronze Door."
 
 
 
          
      
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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