Double Indemnity
James M. Cain
Language: English
Pages: 115
ISBN: 0679723226
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Tautly narrated and excruciatingly suspenseful, Double Indemnity gives us an X-ray view of guilt, of duplicity, and of the kind of obsessive, loveless love that devastates everything it touches. First published in 1935, this novel reaffirmed James M. Cain as a virtuoso of the roman noir.
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don’t know what I did with it.” “You mean you lost it?” “I don’t know. I phoned Joe Pete, and he can’t find it, and I can’t imagine what I did with it.” “I can run in, if you want, and see if I can—” “No, it’s not that important.” “I didn’t see it, Mr. Huff.” Nettie lives in Burbank, and it’s a toll call. The record would show I called from the house at 8:40. As soon as I got rid of her I opened the bell box and tilted half a visiting card against the clapper, so if the phone rang it would
pocketbook.” “What for? Isn’t a buck enough?” “But it’s got my lipstick in it.” “Listen, can’t you get it through your head we’re trying to catch a train? This isn’t an automobile trip, where we start when we get ready. It’s a railroad train, and it goes at nine forty-five, and when it goes it goes. Come on. Start up.” “Well if you’re going to talk that way.” “What way?” “All I said was that I wanted my—” He ripped out a flock of cusswords, and at last I heard the crutches rattling against
went ahead with the bag and briefcase, and I came along behind, with the bandaged leg half lifted up, walking on the crutches. That looked like a woman making it easy for a cripple. Really, it was a way to keep the redcap from getting a good look at me when he took the bags. Soon as we got around the corner, in sight of the station, here came one, running. He did just what we figured on. He took the bags from her, and never waited for me at all. “The nine forty-five for San Francisco, Section 8,
know how they knew. This ties it up.” “Any court would assume they knew.” “I’m not a court. I’m talking about for my own satisfaction, for my own knowledge that I’m right. Because look, Huff, I might demand an investigation on the basis of what my instinct tells me. But I don’t go into a courtroom and go to bat with it without knowing. And now I know. What’s more, this ties the girl in.” “The—who?” “The girl. The daughter. She was there, too. In your office, I mean. Oh yeah, you may think it
would mix it all up on the property. You see—” “Lola was next.” “That’s it. After she got you out of the way for what you knew about her, Lola was next. Of course at this time Sachetti didn’t know anything about you, but he did know about Lola, or was pretty sure he knew.” “Go on.” “That brings us down to last night. Lola followed him. That is, she followed his car when you took it. She was turning into the parking lot when you pulled out.” “I saw the car.” “Sachetti went home early. The