Farewell, my Lovely

Marlowe’s toughest case. Chandler’s greatest book.
Moose Malloy was a big man but not more than six feet five inches tall and not wider than a beer truck. He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.
Malloy wanted little Velma, and there was a trail of corpses to indicate the way he’d gone. Philip Marlowe, hot on his heels, began to look like Hamlet’s father, in questionable shape.