Chandle was quite aware, I think, that he often just invented
reasons for
trouble to happen without much concern for logical
continuity. He seems
almost to be flaunting this when at the beginning of
*Farewell, My
Lovely*, Marlowe, on a totally unrelated assignment, follows
Moose Malloy
into a building merely out of curiosity: looking at the
swinging doors,
he *tells* us, "It wasn't any of my business. So I pushed
them open and
looked in."
MDS
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