"In Austria at Dressler's home, he plotted with the other conspirators regarding the shipment and detonation of the bomb.Wagstaff: Say, I'd walk a mile for a Calamel.Baravelli: You mean chocolate calamel.I like that too, but you no guess it.Hey, what-sa matter, you no understand English? You can't come in here unless you say 'swordfish.' Now I'll give you one more guess.Wagstaff: (to himself: Swordfish.Swordfish) I think I got it.Is it 'swordfish'?Baravelli: Hah! That's-a it! You guess it!Wagstaff: Pretty good, eh?When Baravelli opens the door and congratulates him, Wagstaff sneaks in the door, shuts it, and asks for the password.Maybe I'd better see Mr.Geiger?And when a respectable looking businessman, a client, is buzzed into the back room, this confirms Marlowe's feelings about Geiger's disreputable business (a front for a blackmail racket or for a high-class lending library of pornographic, dirty books for subscribers only).She denied mocking him by laughing at him for being so enamoured and lovesick with her.Hans told her of the frequent ridicule he often faced from 'big' people: "They don't realize I'm a man, with the same feelings they have.