"It certainly is," the fat man agreed. He screwed up his eyes, moved his head to indicate the kitchen, and lowered his voice. "Are you sharing with her?"
Spade said: "That"s my business too."
"It certainly is," the fat man agreed once more, "but"-he hesitated-"I"d like to give you a word of advice."
"Go ahead."
"If you don"t-I dare say you"ll give her some money in any event, but-if you don"t give her as much as she thinks she ought to have, my word of advice is-be careful."
Spade"s eyes held a mocking light. He asked: "Bad?"
"Bad," the fat man replied.
Spade grinned and began to roll a cigarette.
Cairo, still muttering in the boy"s ear, had put his arm around the boy"s shoulders again. Suddenly the boy pushed his arm away and turned on the sofa to face the Levantine. The boy"s face held disgust and anger. He made a fist of one small hand and struck Cairo"s mouth with it. Cairo cried out as a woman might have cried and drew back to the very end of the sofa. He took a silk handkerchief from his pocket and put it to his mouth. It came away daubed with blood. He put it to his mouth once more and looked reproachfully at the boy. The boy snarled, "Keep away from me," and put his face between his hands again. Cairo"s handkerchief released the fragrance of chypre chypre in the room. in the room.
Cairo"s cry" had brought Brigid O"Shaughnessy to the door. Spade, grinning, jerked a thumb at the sofa and told her: "The course of true love. How"s the food coming along?"
"It"s coming," she said and went back to the kitchen.
Spade lighted his cigarette and addressed Gutman: "Let"s talk about money."
"Willingly, sir, with all my heart," the fat man replied, "but I might as well tell you frankly right now that ten thousand is every cent I can raise."
Spade exhaled smoke. "I ought to have twenty."
"I wish you could. I"d give it to you gladly if I had it, but ten thousand dollars is every cent I can manage, on my word of honor. Of course, sir, you understand that is simply the first payment. Later-"
Spade laughed. "I know you"ll give me millions later," he said, "but let"s stick to this first payment now. Fifteen thousand?"
Gutman smiled and frowned and shook his head. "Mr. Spade, I"ve told you frankly and candidly and on my word of honor as a gentleman that ten thousand dollars is all the money I"ve got-every penny-and all I can raise."
"But you don"t say positively."
Gutman laughed and said: "Positively."
Spade said gloomily: "That"s not any too good, but if it"s the best you can do-give it to me."
Gutman handed him the envelope. Spade counted the bills and was putting them in his pocket when Brigid O"Shaughnessy came in carrying a tray.
The boy would not eat. Cairo took a cup of coffee. The girl, Gutman, and Spade ate the scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and marmalade she had prepared, and drank two cups of coffee apiece. Then they settled down to wait the rest of the night through.
Gutman smoked a cigar and read Celebrated Criminal Cases of America, Celebrated Criminal Cases of America, now and then chuckling over or commenting on the parts of its contents that amused him. Cairo nursed his mouth and sulked on his end of the sofa. The boy sat with his head in his hands until a little after four o"clock. Then he lay down with his feet towards Cairo, turned his face to the window, and went to sleep. Brigid O"Shaughnessy, in the armchair, dozed, listened to the fat man"s comments, and carried on wide-s.p.a.ced desultory conversations with Spade. now and then chuckling over or commenting on the parts of its contents that amused him. Cairo nursed his mouth and sulked on his end of the sofa. The boy sat with his head in his hands until a little after four o"clock. Then he lay down with his feet towards Cairo, turned his face to the window, and went to sleep. Brigid O"Shaughnessy, in the armchair, dozed, listened to the fat man"s comments, and carried on wide-s.p.a.ced desultory conversations with Spade.
Spade rolled and smoked cigarettes and moved, without fidgeting or nervousness, around the room. He sat sometimes on an arm of the girl"s chair, on the table-corner, on the floor at her feet, on a straight-backed chair. He was wide-awake, cheerful, and full of vigor.
At half-past five he went into the kitchen and made more coffee. Half an hour later the boy stirred, awakened, and sat up yawning. Gutman looked at his watch and questioned Spade: "Can you get it now?"
"Give me another hour."
Gutman nodded and went back to his book.
At seven o"clock Spade went to the telephone and called Effie Perine"s number. "h.e.l.lo, Mrs. Perine? ... This is Mr. Spade. Will you let me talk to Effie, please? ... Yes, it is.... Thanks." He whistled two lines of En Cuba, En Cuba, softly. "h.e.l.lo, angel. Sorry to get you up.... Yes, very. Here"s the plot: in our Holland box at the Post Office you"ll find an envelope addressed in my scribble. There"s a Pickwick Stage parcel-room-check in it-for the bundle we got yesterday. Will you get the bundle and bring it to me-p. d. q.? ... Yes, I"m home.... That"s the girl-hustle.... "Bye." softly. "h.e.l.lo, angel. Sorry to get you up.... Yes, very. Here"s the plot: in our Holland box at the Post Office you"ll find an envelope addressed in my scribble. There"s a Pickwick Stage parcel-room-check in it-for the bundle we got yesterday. Will you get the bundle and bring it to me-p. d. q.? ... Yes, I"m home.... That"s the girl-hustle.... "Bye."
The street-doorbell rang at ten minutes of eight. Spade went to the telephone-box and pressed the b.u.t.ton that released the lock. Gutman put down his book and rose smiling. "You don"t mind if I go to the door with you?" he asked.
"O K," Spade told him.
Gutman followed him to the corridor-door. Spade opened it. Presently Effie Perine, carrying the brown-wrapped parcel, came from the elevator. Her boyish face was gay and bright and she came forward quickly, almost trotting. After one glance she did not look at Gutman. She smiled at Spade and gave him the parcel.
He took it saying: "Thanks a lot, lady. I"m sorry to spoil your day of rest, but this-"
"It"s not the first one you"ve spoiled," she replied, laughing, and then, when it was apparent that he was not going to invite her in, asked: "Anything else?"
He shook his head. "No, thanks."
She said, "Bye-bye," and went back to the elevator.
Spade shut the door and carried the parcel into the living-room. Gutman"s face was red and his cheeks quivered. Cairo and Brigid O"Shaughnessy came to the table as Spade put the parcel there. They were excited. The boy rose, pale and tense, but he remained by the sofa, staring under curling lashes at the others.
Spade stepped back from the table saying: "There you are."
Gutman"s fat fingers made short work of cord and paper and excelsior, and he had the black bird in his hands. "Ah," he said huskily, "now, after seventeen years!" His eyes were moist.
Cairo licked his red lips and worked his hands together. The girl"s lower lip was between her teeth. She and Cairo, like Gutman, and like Spade and the boy, were breathing heavily. The air in the room was chilly and stale, and thick with tobacco smoke.
Gutman set the bird down on the table again and fumbled at a pocket. "It"s it," he said, "but we"ll make sure." Sweat glistened on his round cheeks. His fingers twitched as he took out a gold pocket-knife and opened it.
Cairo and the girl stood close to him, one on either side. Spade stood back a little where he could watch the boy as well as the group at the table.
Gutman turned the bird upside-down and sc.r.a.ped an edge of its base with his knife. Black enamel came off in tiny curl, exposing blackened metal beneath. Gutman"s knife-blade bit into the metal, turning back a thin curved shaving. The inside of the shaving, and the narrow plane its removal had left, had the soft grey sheen of lead.
Gutman"s breath hissed between his teeth. His face became turgid with hot blood. He twisted the bird around and hacked at its head. There too the edge of his knife bared lead. He let knife and bird bang down on the table where he wheeled to confront Spade. "It"s a fake," he said hoa.r.s.ely.
Spade"s face had become somber. His nod was slow, but there was no slowness in his hand"s going out to catch Brigid O"Shaughnessy"s wrist. He pulled her to him and grasped her chin with his other hand, raising her face roughly. "All right," he growled into her face. "You"ve had your your little joke. Now tell us about it." little joke. Now tell us about it."
She cried: "No, Sam, no! That is the one I got from Kemidov. I swear-"
Joel Cairo thrust himself between Spade and Gutman and began to emit words in a shrill spluttering stream: "That"s it! That"s it! It was the Russian! I should have known! What a fool we thought him, and what fools he made of us!" Tears ran down the Levantine"s cheeks and he danced up and down. "You bungled it!" he screamed at Gutman. "You and your stupid attempt to buy it from him! You fat fool! You let him know it was valuable and he found out how valuable and made a duplicate for us! No wonder we had so little trouble stealing it! No wonder he was so willing to send me off around the world looking for it! You imbecile! You bloated idiot!" He put his hands to his face and blubbered.
Gutman"s jaw sagged. He blinked vacant eyes. Then he shook himself and was-by the time his bulbs had stopped jouncing-again a jovial fat man. "Come, sir," he said good-naturedly, "there"s no need of going on like that. Everybody errs at times and you may be sure this is every bit as severe a blow to me as to anyone else. Yes, that is the Russian"s hand, there"s no doubt of it. Well, sir, what do you suggest? Shall we stand here and shed tears and call each other names? Or shall we"-he paused and his smile was a cherub"s-"go to Constantinople?"
Cairo took his hands from his face and his eyes bulged. He stammered: "You are-?" Amazement coming with full comprehension made him speechless.
Gutman patted his fat hands together. His eyes twinkled. His voice was a complacent throaty purring: "For seventeen years I have wanted that little item and have been trying to get it. If I must spend another year on the quest-well, sir-that will be an additional expenditure in time of only"-his lips moved silently as he calculated-"five and fifteen-seventeenths per cent."
The Levantine giggled and cried: "I go with you!"
Spade suddenly released the girl"s wrist and looked around the room. The boy was not there. Spade went into the pa.s.sageway. The corridor-door stood open. Spade made a dissatisfied mouth, shut the door, and returned to the living-room. He leaned against the door-frame and looked at Gutman and Cairo. He looked at Gutman for a long time, sourly. Then he spoke, mimicking the fat man"s throaty purr: "Well, sir, I must say you"re a swell lot of thieves!"
Gutman chuckled. "We"ve little enough to boast about, and that"s a fact, sir," he said. "But, well, we"re none of us dead yet and there"s not a bit of use thinking the world"s come to an end just because we"ve run into a little setback." He brought his left hand from behind him and held it out towards Spade, pink smooth hilly palm up. "I"ll have to ask you for that envelope, sir."
Spade did not move. His face was wooden. He said: "I held up my end. You got your dingus. It"s your hard luck, not mine, that it wasn"t what you wanted."
"Now come, sir," Gutman said persuasively, "we"ve all failed and there"s no reason for expecting any one of us to bear the brunt of it, and-" He brought his right hand from behind him. In the hand was a small pistol, an ornately engraved and inlaid affair of silver and gold and mother-of-pearl. "In short, sir, I must ask you to return my ten thousand dollars."
Spade"s face did not change. He shrugged and took the envelope from his pocket. He started to hold it out to Gutman, hesitated opened the envelope, and took out one thousand-dollar bill. He put that bill into his trousers-pocket. He tucked the envelope"s flap in over the other bills and held them out to Gutman. "That"ll take care of my time and expenses," he said.
Gutman, after a little pause, imitated Spade"s shrug and accepted the envelope. He said: "Now, sir, we will say good-bye to you, unless"-the fat puffs around his eyes crinkled-"you care to undertake the Constantinople expedition with us. You don"t? Well, sir, frankly I"d like to have you along. You"re a man to my liking, a man of many resources and nice judgment. Because we know you"re a man of nice judgment we know we can say good-bye with every a.s.surance that you"ll hold the details of our little enterprise in confidence. We know we can count on you to appreciate the fact that, as the situation now stands, any legal difficulties that come to us in connection with these last few days would likewise and equally come to you and the charming Miss O"Shaughnessy. You"re too shrewd not to recognize that, sir, I"m sure."
"I understand that," Spade replied.
"I was sure you would. I"m also sure that, now there"s no alternative, you"ll somehow manage the police without a fall-guy."
"I"ll make out all right," Spade replied.
"I was sure you would. Well, sir, the shortest farewells are the best. Adieu." He made a portly bow. "And to you, Miss O"Shaughnessy, adieu. I leave you the rara avis rara avis on the table as a little memento." on the table as a little memento."
20.
IF THEY HANG YOU.
For all of five minutes after the outer door had closed behind Casper Gutman and Joel Cairo, Spade, motionless, stood staring at the k.n.o.b of the open living-room-door. His eyes were gloomy under a forehead drawn down. The clefts at the root of his nose were deep and red. His lips protruded loosely, pouting. He drew them in to make a hard v and went to the telephone. He had not looked at Brigid O"Shaughnessy, who stood by the table looking with uneasy eyes at him.
He picked up the telephone, set it on its shelf again, and bent to look into the telephone-directory hanging from a corner of the shelf. He turned the pages rapidly until he found the one he wanted, ran his finger down a column, straightened up, and lifted the telephone from the shelf again. He called a number and said: "h.e.l.lo, is Sergeant Polhaus there? ... Will you call him, please? This is Samuel Spade...." He stared into s.p.a.ce, waiting. "h.e.l.lo, Tom, I"ve got something for you.... Yes, plenty. Here it is: Thursby and Jacobi were shot by a kid named Wilmer Cook." He described the boy minutely. "He"s working for a man named Casper Gutman." He described Gutman. "That fellow Cairo you met here is in with them too.... Yes, that"s it.... Gutman"s staying at the Alexandria, suite twelve C, or was. They"ve just left here and they"re blowing town, so you"ll have to move fast, but I don"t think they"re expecting a pinch.... There"s a girl in it too-Gutman"s daughter." He described Rhea Gutman. "Watch yourself when you go up against the kid. He"s supposed to be pretty good with the gun.... That"s right, Tom, and I"ve got some stuff here for you. I"ve got the guns he used.... That"s right. Step on it-and luck to you!"
Spade slowly replaced receiver on p.r.o.ng, telephone on shelf. He wet his lips and looked down at his hands. Their palms were wet. He filled his deep chest with air. His eyes were glittering between straightened lids. He turned and took three long swift steps into the living room.
Brigid O"Shaughnessy, startled by the suddenness of his approach, let her breath out in a little laughing gasp.
Spade, face to face with her, very close to her, tall, big-boned and thick-muscled, coldly smiling, hard of jaw and eye, said: "They"ll talk when they"re nailed-about us. We"re sitting on dynamite, and we"ve only got minutes to get set for the police. Give me all of it-fast. Gutman sent you and Cairo to Constantinople?"
She started to speak, hesitated, and bit her lip.
He put a hand on her shoulder. "G.o.d d.a.m.n you, talk!" he said. "I"m in this with you and you"re not going to gum it. Talk. He sent you to Constantinople?"
"Y-yes, he sent me. I met Joe there and-and asked him to help me. Then we-"
"Wait. You asked Cairo to help you get it from Kemidov?"
"Yes."
"For Gutman?"
She hesitated again, squirmed under the hard angry glare of his eyes, swallowed, and said: "No, not then. We thought we would get it for ourselves."
"All right. Then?"
"Oh, then I began to be afraid that Joe wouldn"t play fair with me, so-so I asked Floyd Thursby to help me."
"And he did. Well?"
"Well, we got it and went to Hongkong."
"With Cairo? Or had you ditched him before that?"
"Yes. We left him in Constantinople, in jail-something about a check."
"Something you fixed up to hold him there?"
She looked shamefacedly at Spade and whispered: "Yes."
"Right. Now you and Thursby are in Hongkong with the bird."
"Yes, and then-I didn"t know him very well-I didn"t know whether I could trust him. I thought it would be safer-anyway, I met Captain Jacobi and I knew his boat was coming here, so I asked him to bring a package for me-and that was the bird. I wasn"t sure I could trust Thursby, or that Joe or-or somebody working for Gutman might not be on the boat we came on-and that seemed the safest plan."
"All right. Then you and Thursby caught one of the fast boats over. Then what?"
"Then-then I was afraid of Gutman. I knew he had people-connections-everywhere, and he"d soon know what we had done. And I was afraid he"d have learned that we had left Hongkong for San Francisco. He was in New York and I knew if he heard that by cable he would have plenty of time to get here by the time we did, or before. He did. I didn"t know that then, but I was afraid of it, and I had to wait here until Captain Jacobi"s boat arrived. And I was afraid Gutman would find me-or find Floyd and buy. him over. That"s why I came to you and asked you to watch him for-"
"That"s a lie," Spade said. "You had Thursby hooked and you knew it. He was a sucker for women. His record shows that-the only falls he took were over women. And once a chump, always a chump. Maybe you didn"t know his record, but you"d know you had him safe."
She blushed and looked timidly at him.
He said: "You wanted to get him out of the way before Jacobi came with the loot. What was your scheme?"
"I-I knew he"d left the States with a gambler after some trouble. I didn"t know what it was, but I thought that if it was anything serious and he saw a detective watching him he"d think it was on account of the old trouble, and would be frightened into going away. I didn"t think-"
"You told him he was being shadowed," Spade said confidently. "Miles hadn"t many brains, but he wasn"t clumsy enough to be spotted the first night."
"I told him, yes. When we went out for a walk that night I pretended to discover Mr. Archer following us and pointed him out to Floyd." She sobbed. "But please believe, Sam, that I wouldn"t have done it if I had thought Floyd would kill him. I thought he"d be frightened into leaving the city. I didn"t for a minute think he"d shoot him like that."
Spade smiled wolfishly with his lips, but not at all with his eyes. He said: "If you thought he wouldn"t you were right, angel."
The girl"s upraised face held utter astonishment.
Spade said: "Thursby didn"t shoot him."