The address on the envelope was in the city, possibly Mapes’ last residence before his arrest and incarceration at San Quentin. It wasn’t sealed, the flap tucked inside. It was creased in the middle and folded in two, very neatly, and a short message was handwritten with one of those new fangled pens some guy in Argentina invented, name of Biro. The ink was smudged on the thin writing paper, but I could just make out these words:
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He’d fallen right into it. Like he’d dropped a hundred feet into a deep, dark hole.
“Whatsa matter, kid?”
“Nuthin, that’s all.”
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Guns for Hire?
I’m a great pulp fiction/Noir fan, but I’d never heard of This Gun For Hire, because it sounded like an ad for a hitman. The original title of the novel by Graham Greene that inspired the film, published before World War Two, was A Gun for Sale. The revised title certainly got my attention. A title has to be catchy and should encapsulate the essential theme or point of the story. In this case, it sounds like it’s about a man who advertises his availability as a hitman.
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