The Big Sleep

by Raymond Chandler

Another army of sluggish minutes dragged by.

Neither of the two people in the room paid any attention to the way I came in, although only one of them was dead.

"Tsk, tsk," I said, not moving at all. "Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains.

"Very good, sir. Mrs. Regan tried to reach you a number of times last night—" "I was out getting drunk," I said. "Yes. Very necessary, sir, I’m sure.