Butler's Log (The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler)

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A Butler’s Log of Events

As a dedicated servant and a confidante to the Sternwood family it is my responsibility to ensure this family is safe from those inside and outside the law. Recently, after Terence Regan’s unexplained disappearance, the General has made some rather risky decisions that endanger his family and himself. One of which involved hiring a Private Detective. He claims to be hiring a detective to put an end to the blackmail he is receiving but knowing him as well as I do, I immediately suspected he was searching for Regan. I couldn’t possibly allow this detective to discover the truth behind Terence’s disappearance. So I have decided to produce this diary of events, which will keep track of this Private Dick as closely as a butler can. I will record the time and date of each visit from this detective from the day he steps through that door.

 

11:07pm, October 16 – I checked my watch as the doorbell sounded, I awaited his arrival as we had earlier arranged a meeting for 11.00, he was seven minutes late… Not so organized for a hero. He was thirty-five or so, sharp, well-groomed, well-defined, and definitely from the wrong side of the tracks. His guarded dark-brown eyes gave me no immediate impression of him. He stood there gazing into my eyes, trying to sum me up. Upon meeting Carmen, unlike most men, he wasn’t interested. He kept himself guarded as she threw herself at him; she received no outward attention. Similar to Terence, but where has he ended up? I chose to disrupt their meeting before he was tempted to give into her outrageous flirting, as I had had to do for Regan. Once he asked after her name he said something of interest, along the lines of ‘You ought to wean her. She looks old enough’. Not a bad judge of personality for a stranger. I wonder what he thinks of me. Does he trust me? More importantly, can I trust him?

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     I observed the Detective as he greeted the General whilst I provided him with a chair and took his hat with a deft scoop. As he caught me observing him, his hooded, slit eyes darkened and became blank so I could no longer read his expression.

I left the room to get the Detective’s ‘Any way at all’ glass of brandy. I heard scraps of conversation about Terence’s long and unexplained absence. As I suspected, the General’s main concern was to find Terence Regan. The Private Eye was good, the tone he used with the General encouraged ...

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