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My Maltese Falcon

This is going to be the most astounding thing you’ve ever heard and I say that knowing the caliber of person that you are, one who’s heard some incredible things in their time and always ready to hear another.  It was told to me as it had been handed down verbatim since the beginning of the story with each of those involved adding his installment as time passed and as the prize moved from hand to hand.

The Knights of Rhodes were expelled from there in 1523, they settled in Crete and stayed there for seven years when they persuaded the Emperor,  Charles V of Spain, to give them Malta, Goso, and Tripoli.  He gave it to them to use but they couldn’t sell it or give it away; they had to use it or it would revert to Spain, his only condition being that they give him each year the tribute of one falcon. 

You may not understand the extreme power and immeasurable wealth of the Order at that time.  No one has any idea of the wealth they enjoyed; they took spoils of gems, precious metals, silks, and ivory—the crème de la crème of the East as ships passed through their waters.  We all know that the Holy Wars were for them, as for the Knights Templar, a matter of loot.

Rather than give the Emperor an insignificant bird every year as a matter of form, these wealthy Knights looked for a more suitable way of expressing their gratitude.  Instead of a live falcon they gave him a  falcon made of pure gold and encrusted from head to foot with the most valuable jewels in their coffers; remember these were the finest that Asia had at the time.  There are three references to it in the archives of the Order of Saint Jean and more, however oblique, in other unpublished records of the time.

Grand Master Villiers had this foot-high jeweled bird made by Turkish slaves working in the keep, under torchlight and naked to prevent them from stealing precious metals and jewels, of the Castle of St. Angelo and sent it to Charles in Spain on a galley commanded by a French Knight named Cormiere, also member of the order.  It never reached Spain.  

Barbarossa (red beard) took the galley and  the bird back to Algiers where it remained for more than fifty years until it was carried away by Sir Francis Verney, the English adventurer, but there is no evidence that it remained with him or his family because he died a pauper in 1615.

The next reference to the bird is in Sicily when in 1713 Victor Amadeus II gave it to his bride as a wedding present.  They then took it to Turin when he tried to revoke his abdication.

It next turned up in the possession of a Spaniard of the Redondo family after they took Naples in 1734.  There’s nothing to say that it didn’t stay in that family until 1740 when it appeared in Paris when that city was full of Carlists who had to get out of Spain.  Those who took it there probably didn’t know its value because it had been enameled over to look like nothing more than a black statuette.

It knocked around Paris for 170 years with private owners and dealers who had no clue as to its value.  Then in 1911 a Greek dealer named Konstantidines found it in an obscure shop.  He knew what it was, and not being in a hurry to cash-in, he had it re-enameled to look the way it does now.  One year to the day after he acquired it, three months to the day after Gutman made him confess that he had it, his shop was burglarized and the bird was gone.  It was taken along with a lot of other things so the thief probably didn’t know the value of it.

Seventeen years later, and it took Gutman that long to locate the bird but he did, he was not easily discouraged, he wanted it so much that he continued to look for it that long,  he traced it to the home of a Russian general in a Constantinople suburb.  The general didn't know what it was; Gutman made him an offer and because he was afraid that he’d tipped his hand as to its value he sent agents to get it before the general guessed the value of what he had.

Well, the agents got it but Gutman didn’t; they disappeared with it.  He traced it to Hong Kong and a certain Miss O’Shaughnessy and her partner, a Mr. Thursby.  He made a deal with them to have it shipped to San Francisco on board the La Paloma in the personal care of the Captain, Captain Jacoby, to be met there by them and then the statuette would be sold to Gutman.

The ship was set on fire at the dock and Captain Jacoby was shot several times, yet he made it to Sam Spade’s office before he died and gave him the parcel containing the falcon.  It was used as evidence to convict Gutman, O’Shaughnessy, and a third conspirator named Cairo in a Federal Court for a variety of crimes international in nature and in Criminal Court for murder; it then once again disappeared from view, that was 1932.

I was surfing the Internet late one evening in June of 2010 when I saw a vague reference by a person in San Francisco in need of money and willing to put up a valuable black statuette for collateral.  Being a student of the Maltese Falcon, I contacted the person and arranged to get it.  This person, like most others in the long trail of the falcon, had no idea of its worth.  The details of my acquiring the statuette in San Francisco are thrilling and will be told later in long form. At this writing I will tell you that the last time we went there to visit my daughter, I went into the city by myself and at at a very late hour, in a booth in the dimly lit John's Grill, in exchange for a large amount of cash, that person gave me the bird.

Eight on the Break

The preliminaries were over; they’d wished each other luck. The loser of the toss tried to make a tight rack out of the fifteen numbered and colored balls that are used in the game of eight-ball, a courtesy and a sign of good sportsmanship and because the eight ball doesn't move much on the break. A loose rack invariably yields the undesirable result of the eight ball moving across the table.

Our hero set the cue ball about a half inch from the rail, just behind the second diamond on the left side of the kitchen, that area on the table from which the break has to be made. The game was about to be on.

Taking the break stick in hand, he slid it through his fingers a time or two to make sure it wasn’t the least bit sticky, set his bridge hand on the rail, put the tip of the stick to about four o’clock on the cue ball, and took a couple of preliminary strokes without hitting it. Then slowly and deliberately he concentrated his gaze on the second ball in the rack, the left one of the two balls behind the apex, drew back the stick and sent the cue ball to that ball with all the force he could muster.

A split second later the racked balls exploded, balls going in all directions. He looked at the roiling chaos and the black eight ball caught his eye as it rolled slowly toward the side pocket on the right and fell in!

Eight on the break! His team cheered loudly at this combination of skill and luck that occurs only once in a while. Score, one game to nil, rack them for the second game. The excitement subsided and it was time to concentrate on the next break.

The same scenario was repeated but this time the eight ball hardly moved from its position at the interior center of the rack. Seven shots later his opponent sank the eight ball making it one game each.

Our hero won the match after another four games transpired. His opponent left himself an impossible shot which allowed our hero to place the ball anywhere on the table and go out.

Happy Haiku Birthday Maggie

Have a big cigar
My little girl born today
Help me celebrate

So it was back then
In the shipyard drawing room
While you were with mom

Now you are out there
We are here in Kentucky
Still our little girl

Happy o Birthday
Give yourself a break today
Enjoy come what may.

Alice Le Cheval

J’ai beaucoup de memoires affectueusement pour les chevaux ces je montais dans les compétitions et un cheval en particulier que je montais souvent.

Elle s’appelait Alice et c’était une grande jument. Alice était blonde avec la criniére blanche et la queue blanche et des très grands sabots. Elle avait haute de seize mains au garrot, approximativement une mètre soixante centimètres. Je la montais avec un petit escabeau. Cet n’était pas autrement possible pour moi.
 
C’était une belle jument que j’aimais. Et elle m’amait aussi, si un cheval pourrait aimer. Toutes les fois j’entrais le pâturage et je sifflais doucement, elle élevait sa grande tête et elle dressait ses oreilles. Seulement pour moi parce-que au début je lui donnais toujours des carottes. Ensuite il ne fallait pas que je les lui donne, elle me reconnaissait par le sifflement. J’étais la seule personne qui l’approchait de cette façon.

Je découvrais tôt qu’elle était terrifiée par le fouet. Un fois, dans une grande competition à travers champs, elle a ralenti et je lui ai simplement montré le fouet, immédiatement elle a couru plus vite. Nous avons fini le cours en bon temps et je ne l’ai jamais frappé avec le fouet, pas une fois. Si je la frappe, elle deviendrait folle et courrait follement.

Un jour, je suis allé voir Alice et le chef de l’écurie m’a dit Alice est morte. J’ai senti une perte terrible. Alors j’ai rencontré Maggie, une autre jument. Elle était grise, seize mains aussi et une bonne sauteuse. Je n’ai pas oublié Alice mais il fallait que la vie commence. Avec Maggie, nous avons gagné le ruban bleu de la competition, mais Alice a gagné le ruban bleu de mon cœur.

Fin

Memorial

Do you remember
Old whatsizname?


What did he say?
What did he do?


He played
He repaid

He never said he'd either
But he did
He was there
Reliably


Didn't say much
Didn't have to
Talked about the weather
And how good it is

Turned the questions back
Fine, how are you?


Some talk a good game, and
The older they get the better they were


He didn't say, he did