--the woman asked him if he was mr slid, of course he was him, the private detective, she continued there must be some important and urgent job the reason clients come at such odd time, the detective plainly expressed his wish to spend a nice weekend , he had plans made, but she seemed ready for the weekend, she remained silent, he picked up his own cigarette from the ashtray to finish it, the room was filled with thick smoke , --writing this much he gave command to his printer , his hands were stiffened, this was the plot set in forties for his new novel, should he change the length of the cigarette holder from one foot to less and focus on its design he thought , then he decided to leave the holder as it is
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