Spade shrugged, "Try investigating your own some time."
Dundy"s face whitened. His lips, almost colorless, came back tight over his teeth. He balled his fists and lunged towards Spade. "What do you - ?" The pleasantly surprised look on Spade"s face stopped him. He averted his eyes, wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, looked at Spade again and away, essayed an embarra.s.sed smile, and mumbled, "You mean any family. Uh-huh, I guess so." He turned hastily towards the corridor door as the doorbell rang.
The amus.e.m.e.nt twitching Spade"s face accentuated his likeness to a blond satan.
An amiable, drawling voice came in through the corridor, door: "I"m Jim Kittredge, Superior Court. I was told to come over here."
Dundy"s voice: "Yes, come in."
Kittredge was a roly-poly ruddy man in too-tight clothes with the shine of age on them. He nodded at Spade and said, "I remember you, Mr. Spade, from the Burke-Harris suit."
Spade said, "Sure," and stood up to shake hands with him.
Dundy had gone to the bedroom door to call Theodore Bliss and his wife. Kittredge looked at them, smiled at them amiably, said, "How do you do?" and turned to Dundy. "That"s them, all right." He looked around as if for a place to spit, found none, and said, "It was just about ten minutes to four that the gentleman there came in the courtroom and asked me how long His Honor would be, and I told him about ten minutes, and they waited there; and right after court adjourned at four o"clock we married them."
Dundy said, "Thanks." He sent Kittredge away, the Blisses back to the bedroom, scowled with dissatisfaction at Spade, and said, "So what?"
Spade, sitting down again, replied, "So you couldn"t get from here to the Munic.i.p.al Building in less than fifteen minutes on a bet, so he couldnt"ve ducked back here while he was waiting for the judge, and he couldn"t have hustled over here to do it after the wedding and before Miriam arrived."
The dissatisfaction in Dundy"s face increased. He opened his mouth, but shut it in silence when the gray-faced man came in with a tall, slender, pale young man who fitted the description the Filipino had given of Miriam Bliss"s companion.
The gray-faced man said, "Lieutenant Dundy, Mr. Spade, Mr. Boris - uh - Smekalov."
Dundy nodded curtly.
Smekalov began to speak immediately. His accent was not heavy enough to trouble his hearers much, though his r"s sounded more like w"s. "Lieutenant, I must beg of you that you keep this confidential. If it should get out it will ruin me, Lieutenant, ruin me completely and most unjustly. I am most innocent, sir, I a.s.sure you, in heart, spirit, and deed, not only innocent, but in no way whatever connected with any part of the whole horrible matter. There is no -"
"Wait a minute." Dundy prodded Smekalov"s chest with a blunt finger. "n.o.body"s said anything about you being mixed up in anything -but it"d looked better if you"d stuck around."
The young man spread his arms, his palms forward, in an expansive gesture. "But what can I do? I have a wife who - " He shook his head violently. "It is impossible. I cannot do it."
The gray-faced man said to Spade in an inadequately subdued voice, "Goofy, these Russians."
Dundy screwed up his eyes at Smekalov and made his voice judicial. "You"ve probably," he said, "put yourself in a pretty tough spot."
Smekalov seemed about to cry. "But only put yourself in my place," he begged, "and you - "
"Wouldn"t want to." Dundy seemed, in his callous way, sorry for the young man. "Murder"s nothing to play with in this country."
"Murder! But I tell you, Lieutenant, I happen" to enter into this situation by the merest mischance only. I am not-"
"You mean you came in here with Miss Bliss by accident?"
The young man looked as if he would like to say "Yes." He said, "No," slowly, then went on with increasing rapidity: "But that was nothing, sir, nothing at all. We had been to lunch. I escorted her home and she said, "Will you come in for a c.o.c.ktail?" and I would. That is all, I give you my word." He held out his hands, palms up. "Could it not have happened so to you?" He moved his hands in Spade"s direction. "To you?"
Spade said, "A lot of things happen to me. Did Bliss know you were running around with his daughter?"
"He knew we were friends, yes."
"Did he know you had a wife?"
Smekalov said cautiously, "I do not think so."
Dundy said, "You know he didn"t."
Smekalov moistened his lips and did not contradict the lieutenant.
Dundy asked, "What do you think he"d"ve done if he found out?"
"I do not know, sir."
Dundy stepped close to the young man and spoke through his teeth in a harsh, deliberate voice: "What did he do when he found out?"
The young man retreated a step, his face white and frightened.
The bedroom door opened and Miriam Bliss came into the room. "Why don"t you leave him alone?" she asked indignantly. "I told you he had nothing to do with it. I told you he didn"t know anything about it." She was beside Smekalov now and had one of his hands in hers. "You"re simply making trouble for him without doing a bit of good. I"m awfully sorry, Boris, I tried to keep them from bothering you."
The young man mumbled unintelligibly.
"You tried, all right," Dundy agreed. He addressed Spade: "Could it"ve been like this, Sam? Bliss found out about the wife, knew they had the lunch date, came home early to meet them when they came in, threatened to tell the wife, and was choked to stop him." He looked sidewise at the girl. "Now, if you want to fake another faint, hop to it."
The young man screamed and flung himself at Dundy, clawing with both hands. Dundy grunted -"Uh!" -and struck him in the face with a heavy fist. The young man went backwards across the room until he collided with a chair. He and the chair went down on the floor together. Dundy said to the gray-faced man, "Take him down to the Hall - material witness."
The gray-faced man said, "Oke," picked up Smekalov"s hat, and went over to help pick him up.
Theodore Bliss, his wife, and the housekeeper had come to the door Miriam Bliss had left open. Miriam Bliss was crying, stamping her foot, threatening Dundy: "I"ll report you, you coward. You had no right to . . ." and so on. n.o.body paid much attention to her; they watched the gray-faced man help Smekalov to his feet, take him away. Smekalov"s nose and mouth were red smears.
Then Dundy said, "Hush," negligently to Miriam Bliss and took a slip of paper from his pocket. "I got a list of the calls from here today. Sing out when you recognize them."
He read a telephone number.
Mrs. Hooper said, "That is the butcher. I phoned him before I left this morning." She said the next number Dundy read was the grocer"s.
He read another.
"That"s the St. Mark," Miriam Bliss said. "I called up Boris." She identified two more numbers as those of friends she had called.
The sixth number, Bliss said, was his brother"s office. "Probably my call to Elise to ask her to meet me."
Spade said "Mine," to the seventh number, and Dundy said, "That last one"s police emergency." He put the slip back in his pocket.
Spade said cheerfully, "And that gets us a lot of places."
The doorbell rang.
Dundy went to the door. He and another man could be heard talking in voices too low for their words to be recognized in the living room.
The telephone rang. Spade answered it. "h.e.l.lo. . . . No, this is Spade. Wait a min - All right." He listened. "Right, I"ll tell him. ... I don"t know. I"ll have him call you. . . .
Right."
When he turned from the telephone Dundy was standing, hands behind him, in the vestibule doorway. Spade said, "O"Gar says your Russian went completely nuts on the way to the Hall. They had to shove him into a strait-jacket."
"He ought to been there long ago," Dundy growled. "Come here."
Spade followed Dundy into the vestibule. A uniformed policeman stood in the outer doorway.
Dundy brought his hands from behind him. In one was a necktie with narrow diagonal stripes in varying shades of green, in the other was a platinum scarfpin in the shape of a crescent set with small diamonds.
Spade bent over to look at three small, irregular spots on the tie. "Blood?"
"Or dirt," Dundy said. "He found them crumpled up in a newspaper in the rubbish can on the corner."
"Yes, sir," the uniformed man said proudly; "there I found them, all wadded up in - " He stopped because n.o.body was paying any attention to him.
"Blood"s better," Spade was saying. "It gives a reason for taking the tie away. Let"s go in and talk to people."
Dundy stuffed the tie in one pocket, thrust his hand holding the pin into another. "Right -and we"ll call it blood."
They went into the living-room. Dundy looked from Bliss to Bliss"s wife, to Bliss"s niece, to the housekeeper, as if he did not like any of them. He took his fist from his pocket, thrust it straight out in front of him, and opened it to show the crescent pin lying in his hand. "What"s that?" he demanded.
Miriam Bliss was the first to speak. "Why, it"s Father"s pin," she said.
"So it is?" he said disagreeably. "And did he have it on today?"
"He always wore it." She turned to the others for confirmation.
Mrs. Bliss said, "Yes," while the others nodded.
"Where did you find it?" the girl asked.
Dundy was surveying them one by one again, as if he liked them less than ever. His face was red. "He always wore it," he said angrily, "but there wasn"t one of you could say, "Father always wore a pin. Where is it?" No, we got to wait till it turns up before we can get a word out of you about it."
Bliss said, "Be fair. How were we to know- ?"
"Never mind what you were to know," Dundy said. "It"s coming around to the point where I"m going to do some talking about what I know." He took the green necktie from his pocket. "This is his tie?"
Mrs. Hooper said, "Yes, sir."
Dundy said, "Well, it"s got blood on it, and it"s not his blood, because he didn"t have a scratch on him that we could see." He looked narrow-eyed from one to another of them. "Now, suppose you were trying to choke a man that wore a scarfpin and he was wrestling with you, and-"
He broke off to look at Spade.
Spade had crossed to where Mrs. Hooper was standing. Her big hands were clasped in front of her. He took her right hand, turned it over, took the wadded handkerchief from her palm, and there was a two-inch-long fresh scratch in the flesh.
She had pa.s.sively allowed him to examine her hand. Her mien lost none of its tranquillity now. She said nothing.
"Well?" he asked.
"I scratched it on Miss Miriam"s pin fixing her on the bed when she fainted," the housekeeper said calmly.
Dundy"s laugh was brief, bitter. "It"ll hang you just the same," he said.
There was no change in the woman"s face. "The Lord"s will be done," she replied.
Spade made a peculiar noise in his throat as he dropped her hand. "Well, let"s see how we stand." He grinned at Dundy. "You don"t like that star-T, do you?"
Dundy said, "Not by a long shot."
"Neither do I," Spade said. "The Talbot threat was probably on the level, but that debt seems to have been squared. Now- Wait a minute." He went to the telephone and called his office. "The tie thing looked pretty funny, too, for a while," he said while he waited, "but I guess the blood takes care of that."
He spoke into the telephone: "h.e.l.lo, Effie. Listen: Within half an hour or so of the time Bliss called me, did you get any call that maybe wasn"t on the level? Anything that could have been a stall... Yes, before... Think now.
He put his hand over the mouthpiece and said to Dundy, "There"s a lot of deviltry going on in this world."
He spoke into the telephone again: "Yes? . . . Yes . . . Kruger? . . . Yes. Man or woman? . . . Thanks. . . . No, I"ll be through in half an hour. Wait for me and I"ll buy your dinner. "By."
He turned away from the telephone. "About half an hour before Bliss phoned, a man called my office and asked for Mr. Kruger."
Dundy frowned. "So what?"
"Kruger wasn"t there."
Dundy"s frown deepened. "Who"s Kruger?"
"I don"t know," Spade said blandly. "I never heard of him." He took tobacco and cigarette papers from his pockets. "All right, Bliss, where"s your scratch?"
Theodore Bliss said, "What?" while the others stared blankly at Spade.
"Your scratch," Spade repeated in a consciously patient tone. His attention was on the cigarette he was making. "The place where your brother"s pin gouged you when you were choking him."
"Are you crazy?" Bliss demanded. "I was - "
"Uh-huh, you were being married when he was killed. You were not." Spade moistened the edge of his cigarette paper and smoothed it with his forefingers.
Mrs. Bliss spoke now, stammering a little: "But he - but Max Bliss called - "
"Who says Max Bliss called me?" Spade asked. "I don"t know that. I wouldn"t know his voice. All I know is a man called me and said he was Max Bliss. Anybody could say that."
"But the telephone records here show the call came from here," she protested.
He shook his head and smiled. "They show I had a call from here, and I did, but not that one. I told you somebody called up half an hour or so before the supposed Max Bliss call and asked for Mr. Kruger." He nodded at Theodore Bliss. "He was smart enough to get a call from this apartment to my office on the record before he left to meet you.
She stared from Spade to her husband with dumfounded blue eyes.
Her husband said lightly, "It"s nonsense, my dear. You know - "