Raymond Chandler: The Library of America EditionBy: Raymond Chandler It was about eleven oclock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark blue clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didnt care who knew it. I was everything the well dressed private detective ought to be. I was