The Big Sleep

Over the entrance doors, which would have let in a troop of Indian elephants, there was a broad stained-glass panel showing a knight in dark armor rescuing a lady who was tied to a tree and didn’t have any clothes on but some very long and convenient hair. The knight had pushed the vizor of his helmet back to be sociable, and he was fiddling with the knots on the ropes that tied the lady to the tree and not getting anywhere. I stood there and thought that if I lived in the house, I would sooner or later have to climb up there and help him. He didn’t seem to be really trying.

Over the entrance doors, which would have let in a troop of Indian elephants, there was a broad stained-glass panel showing a

I went on up the street and parked and walked back. In the daylight it seemed an exposed and dangerous thing to do