But we never really read Chandler—or Hammett—for their mysteries, we read them for language and atmosphere.
Add A.J. Liebling, Raymond Chandler, Hammett, Cain, and the boys, Nelson Algren and William Kennedy.
I spent probably 100 hours referencing and cross-referencing Hammett's published versus his unpublished work.
Jeffrey Deaver has agreed to co-edit the book with me, and right now we're waiting for approval from the Hammett estate.
But in the case of these Hammett pieces, everything was so well written that I was surprised that none of them was ever published.
Hammett counted the money, and McGivney stuck it into his pocket, and then he commanded Peter to put on his shoe again.
In truth, the supper down at the old Hammett farmhouse, after the work of the day was over, was the principal event.
Ford and Hammett are at the dock all ready to search him when I give the word.
Walky Dexter was going to drive out to the Hammett place after supper to pick up his load of young people.
It is sold for ten cents by Hammett, publisher, in Brattle street, Boston.