Your Monday Moment of Noir

"One day Bell said, 'I can stand it no longer,' and he rushed me like a famished tiger, at the same time attempting to strike me with his gun. I parried the blow and killed him with a hatchet. I then cut his flesh into strips which I carried with me as I pursued my journey. When I espied the Agency from the top of the hill, I threw away the strips I had left, and I confess I did so reluctantly as I had grown fond of human flesh, especially that portion around the breast."

The Thin Man
by Dashiell Hammett
(Knopf, 1934)

Happy New's Eve, everybody!