'He?'
'He or she,' I said.
'May I have this person's name?' Bonsentir said.
'Why?' I said.
Bonsentir dropped his hands to the desk top and let them lie flat. He leaned forward slightly.
'You are very annoying, Mr. Marlowe.'
'I've heard that,' I said. 'I have often resolved to improve.'
Bonsentir kept his new pose.
'I'm afraid the well-being of my patient requires me to turn aside all unauthorized inquiries, Mr. Marlowe. I greatly respect each patient's right to privacy.'
'She's here then?' I said.
'I cannot comment on any of your questions, I'm afraid.'
'I heard she wasn't here,' I said. 'I heard that she's gone and that her sister, Vivian Regan, has asked a hard customer named Eddie Mars to find her.'
'Do you represent Mrs. Regan?'
'No. I represent her butler.'
'Her butler?' Bonsentir came as close as he probably could to laughing. It made his pencil moustache wiggle slightly. 'My dear Mr. Marlowe, I'm very dreadfully afraid that Mrs. Regan's butler has very little standing here.'
'Doctor, there's a couple of ways we can go with this,' I said. 'You could cooperate by either showing me Carmen Sternwood alive and well, or explaining to me where she is, and helping me find her; or I can come up here with a couple of tough L. A. County deputies and stomp all over your jonquils and interrogate your staff and probably set your patients back five years. Cops are kind of direct sometimes.'
'I assure you, Marlowe, that would be a mistake,' Bonsentir said. 'I am not without knowledge of my legal rights, and I am not without influence.'
'But you seem to be without Carmen Sternwood,' I said.
'It is time for you to leave, Marlowe.'
Bonsentir pressed a button under the rim of his desk and the door to his office opened and two guys in white came in. One of them was a blond beachboy. His hair almost white, his skin where he bulged out of his white T- shirt, a golden tan. I could have taken him with a swizzle stick.
The other guy was trouble. He was Mexican, with opaque black eyes that were all Indian and thick black hair that he had pulled back and tied in a pigtail. His arms were unnaturally long and his legs seemed short, and bowed; too small to support the massive upper half of him.
'My orderlies will show you out now.'
I could see that they would. I stood up.
'I'm going to find Carmen Sternwood,' I said to Bonsentir. 'You better hope I find her here.'
'Mr. Marlowe, you are a little man doing a little man's pallid job. Don't waste your time trying to threaten me. It is time now for you to go.'
The two orderlies stood beside me, looking at Bonsentir. I could smell whatever the Mexican had eaten for lunch. I looked at Bonsentir and shrugged and headed for the door. The orderlies followed me out and to my car and stood in the driveway watching me until I was out of sight. When I reached Sunset I headed east toward downtown L. A. Scaring Dr. Bonsentir out of his wits hadn't been too effective. Time to try a different approach.
CHAPTER 5
Captain Gregory of the Missing Persons Bureau shifted his heavy body in his swivel chair and looked at me as carefully as he did everything else.
'How you been, Marlowe?' he said.
He had a thick bulldog pipe in his hands and was packing tobacco into the bowl from a canister on his desk.
'Nobody's hit me with a sap this month,' I said.
'Surprising,' Gregory said.
'Month's not over yet,' I said.
Gregory had the pipe packed the way he wanted it. He put it in his mouth and lit it with a kitchen match, moving the match carefully over the surface of the tobacco to make sure it was evenly lit. He drew in a big draught of smoke and blew the match out with it. Behind him through his office window I could see the hall of justice maybe half a mile away.
'Never found Rusty Regan, I guess,' Gregory said.
'Never laid eyes on him,' I said.
Gregory got the pipe settled in the corner of his mouth and leaned a little further back in the chair and folded his hands over his stomach.
'Whaddya need?' he said.
'You remember Carmen Sternwood?' I said.
'The General's daughter,' Gregory said without emotion, 'the nympho.'
