Philip Marlowe gets more than he bargained for when he accepts a simple job involving mysterious food.
Pale sticks like ivory
“Do tell us at once, Captain Middlebury, what that strange object might be,” cried Mrs. Rawlings. “I, for one, have never seen such a curiosity in all the county. Surely it is another of your wonderful importations from abroad.”
Only the immortal prophet knows whether this is sushi or candy.
The gloom of night is swept away
As by a scouring broom—
Dawn’s golden-fingered beams reveal
A curious mushroom.
The bright circle of lamplight fell across shining plates heaped with Ma’s good bread.
“Here’s something to round out the supper, girls,” said Pa.