Sam Spade investigates (Humphrey Bogart smoulders) in The Maltese Falcon, 1941.
“When I see you turn the corner, I will know the target is coming just behind,” he said, “and then I will begin shooting.” It was my first day on the job and I wanted everything spelled out clearly.
“Won’t they mind?” I asked. But my concerns were brushed aside. This was Switzerland, nobody gets excited here, except, sometimes about football.
I had been roped in to help a private detective with some surveillance. Continue reading
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