Marlowe is hired to keep a man from getting killed; he fails miserably. In waddles The Hippo, who always laughs, even with a gun in his hand. Marlowe is shot!

Get this, and get it straight - crime is a sucker's road, and those who travel it wind up in the gutter, the prison, or the grave. There’s no other end, but they never learn. This time a nervous breakdown and a driving rain, a cape with a high collar, and a tiny sliver of glass led me from the ballet and a beautiful dancer to the edge of a cliff and death.