About The High Window. Crime fiction master Raymond Chandler's third novel featuring Philip Marlowe, the “quintessential urban private eye” (Los Angeles. Tapestry on the blank roughened stucco walls, iron grilles imitating balconies outside high side windows, heavy carved chairs with plush seats and tapestry. Start by marking “The High Window (Philip Marlowe, #3)” as Want to Read: Like all of Raymond Chandler’s novels, The High Window features private detective Philip Marlowe as first-person narrator reporting events unfolding as he attempts to crack a case in sun-soaked Los.


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The High Window (Philip Marlowe, #3) by Raymond Chandler

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I reached over the side of the desk and clicked it on and caught it right in stride.

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The High Window by Raymond Chandler

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The High Window

He tapped the cigarette end out of the long black holder, prodded the coal with a match until it stopped smoking, fitted another cigarette and lit it with a broad mahogany-colored match. He leaned back in his chair with the smile of a bored aristocrat.


You wouldn't like a cold towel on your head or anything? A shifty business, one gathers. Keyhole peeping, raking up scandal, that sort of thing. That probably means a little something to you.

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He watched me fill the pipe. She has given you a check. I didn't say anything.


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