By W.R. Burnett
A gripping story of the making plans and execution of a jewelry shop heist in a dismal and corrupt Midwestern city. Set amid a seedy city desert of crooks, killers and con-artists, the participants of the crowd are gradually undone by way of their own obsessions (teenage ladies and mistresses, friendships and blood ties), double-crossing and destiny.
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Mr. ” Riemenschneider bowed slightly. Mr. Emmerich was apparently a wealthy man and one of the powers of this earth. The little doctor worshipped only three things: wealth, power, and young girls. When Emmerich said nothing, he bowed again—lower, this time. Cobby eyed him sideways with contempt. These god-damn foreigners! The Asphalt Jungle 39 Emmerich was a big man in his fifties. His iron-gray hair was thick and curly, his shoulders broad, his chest deep. He looked in good trim except for a slight sagging of the flesh around his jowls.
Angela threw him a kiss and hurried down the hall and into her bedroom, shutting the door soundlessly and locking it. Emmerich stretched out his sock feet, lit a big Cuban cigar, and sat staring into space. The rain had begun to slacken, and a heavy silence throbbed through the living-room. Emmerich was not used to being alone and he began to feel a little jumpy. Suddenly he realized that he was not enjoying his cigar, and this puzzled and worried him. Cigars soothed him when all else failed. He put the cigar in an ash-tray, leaned his head back, shut his eyes, and tried to relax.
Well, he was a struggling down-and-outer, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Maybe his word was good. If Gus said so, it must be. All the same, with the best will in the world, a guy couldn’t pay if he didn’t have it. Shivering, he hurried back into the bedroom. Maria was in bed. He paused a moment before he turned out the hall light and shut the door. Maria looked so lovely with her dark hair all over the pillow. She opened her eyes slowly and gazed at him. “I was asleep,” she murmured. “Shut your eyes again then,” said Louis tenderly.