"Precisely."
"All right. Then there"s no hard feelings. But you"re wrong."
"Prove it."
Spade shook his head. "I can"t prove it to you now. I can tell you."
"Then tell me."
"n.o.body ever hired me to do anything about Dixie Monahan."
Bryan and Thomas exchanged glances. Bryan"s eyes came back to Spade and he said: "But, by your own admission, somebody did hire you to do something about his bodyguard Thursby."
"Yes, about his ex-bodyguard Thursby."
"Ex?"
"Yes, ex."
"You know that Thursby was no longer a.s.sociated with Monahan? You know that positively?"
Spade stretched out his hand and dropped the stub of his cigarette into an ashtray on the desk. He spoke carelessly: "I don"t know anything positively except that my client wasn"t interested in Monahan, had never been interested in Monahan. I heard that Thursby took Monahan out to the Orient and lost him."
Again the District Attorney and his a.s.sistant exchanged glances.
Thomas, in a tone whose matter-of-factness did not quite hide excitement, said: "That opens another angle. Monahan"s friends could have knocked Thursby off for ditching Monahan."
"Dead gamblers don"t have any friends," Spade said.
"It opens up two new lines," Bryan said. He leaned back and stared at the ceiling for several seconds, then sat upright quickly. His orator"s face was alight. "It narrows down to three things. Number one: Thursby was killed by the gamblers Monahan had welshed on in Chicago. Not knowing Thursby had sloughed Monahan-or not believing it-they killed him because he had been Monahan"s a.s.sociate, or to get him out of the way so they could get to Monahan, or because he had refused to lead them to Monahan. Number two: he was killed by friends of Monahan. Or number three: he sold Monahan out to his enemies and then fell out with them and they killed him."
"Or number four," Spade suggested with a cheerful smile: "he died of old age. You folks aren"t serious, are you?"
The two men stared at Spade, but neither of them spoke. Spade turned his smile from one to the other of them and shook his head in mock pity. "You"ve got Arnold Rothstein on the brain," he said.
Bryan smacked the back of his left hand down into the palm of his right. "In one of those three catagories lies the solution." The power in his voice was no longer latent. His right hand, a fist except for protruding forefinger, went up and then down to stop with a jerk when the finger was leveled at Spade"s chest. "And you can give us the information that will enable us to determine the category."
Spade said, "Yes?" very lazily. His face was somber. He touched his lower lip with a finger, looked at the finger, and then scratched the back of his neck with it. Little irritable lines had appeared in his forehead. He blew his breath out heavily through his nose and his voice was an ill-humored growl. "You wouldn"t want the kind of information I could give you, Bryan. You couldn"t use it. It"d p.o.o.p this gambler"s-revenge-scenario for you."
Bryan sat up straight and squared his shoulders. His voice was stern without bl.u.s.tering. "You are not the judge of that. Right or wrong, I am nonetheless the District Attorney."
Spade"s lifted lip showed his eyetooth. "I thought this was an informal talk."
"I am a sworn officer of the law twenty-four hours a day," Bryan said, "and neither formality nor informality justifies your withholding from me evidence of crime, except of course"-he nodded meaningly-"on certain const.i.tutional grounds."
"You mean if it might incriminate me?" Spade asked. His voice was placid, almost amused, but his face was not. "Well, I"ve got better grounds than that, or grounds that suit me better. My clients are ent.i.tled to a decent amount of secrecy. Maybe I can be made to talk to a Grand Jury or even a Coroner"s Jury, but I haven"t been called before either yet, and it"s a cinch I"m not going to advertise my clients" business until I have to. Then again, you and the police have both accused me of being mixed up in the other night"s murders. I"ve had trouble with both of you before. As far as I can see, my best chance of clearing myself of the trouble you"re trying to make for me is by bringing in the murderers-all tied up. And my only chance of ever catching them and tying them up and bringing them in is by keeping away from you and the police, because neither of you show any signs of knowing what in h.e.l.l it"s all about." He rose and turned his head over his shoulder to address the stenographer: "Getting this all right, son? Or am I going too fast for you?"
The stenographer looked at him with startled eyes and replied: "No, sir, I"m getting it all right."
"Good work," Spade said and turned to Bryan again. "Now if you want to go to the Board and tell them I"m obstructing justice and ask them to revoke my license, hop to it. You"ve tried it before and it didn"t get you anything but a good laugh all around." He picked up his hat.
Bryan began: "But look here-"
Spade said: "And I don"t want any more of these informal talks. I"ve got nothing to tell you or the police and I"m G.o.d-d.a.m.ned tired of being called things by every crackpot on the city payroll. If you want to see me, pinch me or subpoena me or something and I"ll come down with my lawyer." He put his hat on his head, said, "See you at the inquest, maybe," and stalked out.
16.
THE THIRD MURDER.
Spade went into the Hotel Sutter and telephoned the Alexandria. Gutman was not in. No member of Gutman"s party was in. Spade telephoned the Belvedere. Cairo was not in, had not been in that day.
Spade went to his office.
A swart greasy man in notable clothes was waiting in the outer room. Effie Perine, indicating the swart man, said: "This gentleman wishes to see you, Mr. Spade."
Spade smiled and bowed and opened the inner door. "Come in." Before following the man in Spade asked Effie Perine: "Any news on that other matter?"
"No, sir."
The swart man was the proprietor of a moving-picture-theater in Market Street. He suspected one of his cashiers and a doorman of colluding to defraud him. Spade hurried him through the story, promised to "take care of it," asked for and received fifty dollars, and got rid of him in less than half an hour.
When the corridor-door had closed behind the showman Effie Perine came into the inner office. Her sunburned face was worried and questioning. "You haven"t found her yet?" she asked.
He shook his head and went on stroking his bruised temple lightly in circles with his fingertips.
"How is it?" she asked.
"All right, but I"ve got plenty of headache."
She went around behind him, put his hand down, and stroked his temple with her slender fingers. He leaned back until the back of his head over the chair-top rested against her breast. He said: "You"re an angel."
She bent her head forward over his and looked down into his face. "You"ve got to find her, Sam. It"s more than a day and she-"
He stirred and impatiently interrupted her: "I haven"t got to do anything, but if you"ll let me rest this d.a.m.ned head a minute or two I"ll go out and find her."
She murmured, "Poor head," and stroked it in silence awhile. Then she asked: "You know where she is? Have you any idea?"
The telephone-bell rang. Spade picked up the telephone and said: "h.e.l.lo.... Yes, Sid, it came out all right, thanks.... No.... Sure. He got snotty, but so did I.... He"s nursing a gambler"s-war pipe-dream.... Well, we didn"t kiss when we parted. I declared my weight and walked out on him.... That"s something for you to worry about.... Right. "Bye." He put the telephone down and leaned back in his chair again.
Effie Perine came from behind him and stood at his side. She demanded: "Do you think you know where she is, Sam?"
"I know where she went," he replied in a grudging tone.
"Where?" She was excited.
"Down to the boat you saw burning."
Her eyes opened until their brown was surrounded by white. "You went down there." It was not a question.
"I did not," Spade said.
"Sam," she cried angrily, "she may be-"
"She went down there," he said in a surly voice. "She wasn"t taken. She went down there instead of to your house when she learned the boat was in. Well, what the h.e.l.l? Am I supposed to run around after my clients begging them to let me help them?"
"But, Sam, when I told you the boat was on fire!"
"That was at noon and I had a date with Polhaus and another with Bryan."
She glared at him between tightened lids. "Sam Spade," she said, "you"re the most contemptible man G.o.d ever made when you want to be. Because she did something without confiding in you you"d sit here and do nothing when you know she"s in danger, when you know she might be-"
Spade"s face flushed. He said stubbornly: "She"s pretty capable of taking care of herself and she knows where to come for help when she thinks she needs it, and when it suits her."
"That"s spite," the girl cried, "and that"s all it is! You"re sore because she did something on her own hook, without telling you. Why shouldn"t she? You"re not so d.a.m.ned honest, and you haven"t been so much on the level with her, that she should trust you completely."
Spade said: "That"s enough of that."
His tone brought a brief uneasy glint into her hot eyes, but she tossed tossed her head and the glint vanished. Her mouth was drawn taut and small. She said: "If you don"t go down there this very minute, Sam, I will and I"ll take the police down there." Her voice trembled, broke, and was thin and wailing. "Oh, Sam, go!" her head and the glint vanished. Her mouth was drawn taut and small. She said: "If you don"t go down there this very minute, Sam, I will and I"ll take the police down there." Her voice trembled, broke, and was thin and wailing. "Oh, Sam, go!"
He stood up cursing her. Then he said: "Christ! It"ll be easier on my head than sitting here listening to you squawk." He looked at his watch. "You might as well lock up and go home."
She said: "I won"t. I"m going to wait right here till you come back."
He said, "Do as you d.a.m.ned please," put his hat on, flinched, took it off, and went out carrying it in his hand.
An hour and a half later, at twenty minutes past five, Spade returned. He was cheerful. He came in asking: "What makes you so hard to get along with, sweetheart?"
"Me?"
"Yes, you." He put a finger on the tip of Effie Perine"s nose and flattened it. He put his hands under her elbows, lifted her straight up, and kissed her chin. He set her down on the floor again and asked: "Anything doing while I was gone?"
"Luke-what"s his name?-at the Belvedere called up to tell you Cairo has returned. That was about half an hour ago."
Spade snapped his mouth shut, turned with a long step, and started for the door.
"Did you find her?" the girl called.
"Tell you about it when I"m back," he replied without pausing and hurried out.
A taxicab brought Spade to the Belvedere within ten minutes of his departure from his office. He found Luke in the lobby. The hotel-detective came grinning and shaking his head to meet Spade. "Fifteen minutes late," he said. "Your bird has fluttered."
Spade cursed his luck.
"Checked out-gone bag and baggage," Luke said. He took a battered memorandum-book from a vest-pocket, licked his thumb, thumbed pages, and held the book out open to Spade. "There"s the number of the taxi that hauled him. I got that much for you."
"Thanks." Spade copied the number on the back of an envelope. "Any forwarding address?"
"No. He just come in carrying a big suitcase and went upstairs and packed and come down with his stuff and paid his bill and got a taxi and went without anybody being able to hear what he told the driver."
"How about his trunk?"
Luke"s lower lip sagged. "By G.o.d," he said, "I forgot that! Come on."
They went up to Cairo"s room. The trunk was there. It was closed, but not locked. They raised the lid. The trunk was empty.
Luke said: "What do you know about that!"Spade did not say anything.
Spade went back to his office. Effie Perine looked up at him, inquisitively.
"Missed him," Spade grumbled and pa.s.sed into his private room.
She followed him in. He sat in his chair and began to roll a cigarette. She sat on the desk in front of him and put her toes on a corner of his chair-seat.
"What about Miss O"Shaughnessy?" she demanded.
"I missed her too," he replied, "but she had been there."
"On the La Paloma?" La Paloma?"
"The La is a lousy combination," he said. is a lousy combination," he said.
"Stop it. Be nice, Sam. Tell me."
He set fire to his cigarette, pocketed his lighter, patted her shins, and said: "Yes, La Paloma. La Paloma. She got down there at a little after noon yesterday." He pulled his brows down. "That means she went straight there after leaving the cab at the Ferry Building. It"s only a few piers away. The Captain wasn"t aboard. His name"s Jacobi and she asked for him by name. He was uptown on business. That would mean he didn"t expect her, or not at that time anyway. She waited there till he came back at four o"clock. They spent the time from then till meal-time in his cabin and she ate with him." She got down there at a little after noon yesterday." He pulled his brows down. "That means she went straight there after leaving the cab at the Ferry Building. It"s only a few piers away. The Captain wasn"t aboard. His name"s Jacobi and she asked for him by name. He was uptown on business. That would mean he didn"t expect her, or not at that time anyway. She waited there till he came back at four o"clock. They spent the time from then till meal-time in his cabin and she ate with him."
He inhaled and exhaled smoke, turned his head aside to spit a yellow tobacco-flake off his lip, and went on: "After the meal Captain Jacobi had three more visitors. One of them was Gutman and one was Cairo and one was the kid who delivered Gutman"s message to you yesterday. Those three came together while Brigid was there and the five of them did a lot of talking in the Captain"s cabin. It"s hard to get anything out of the crew, but they had a row and somewhere around eleven o"clock that night a gun went off there, in the Captain"s cabin. The watchman beat it down there, but the Captain met him outside and told him everything was all right. There"s a fresh bullet-hole in one corner of the cabin, up high enough to make it likely that the bullet didn"t go through anybody to get there. As far as I could learn there was only the one shot. But as far as I could learn wasn"t very far."
He scowled and inhaled smoke again. "Well, they left around midnight-the Captain and his four visitors all together-and all of them seem to have been walking all right. I got that from the watchman. I haven"t been able to get hold of the Custom-Hous.e.m.e.n who were on duty there then. That"s all of it. The Captain hasn"t been back since. He didn"t keep a date he had this noon with some shipping-agents, and they haven"t found him to tell him about the fire."
"And the fire?" she asked.
Spade shrugged. "I don"t know. It was discovered in the hold, aft-in the rear bas.e.m.e.nt-late this morning. The chances are it got started some time yesterday. They got it out all right, though it did damage enough. n.o.body liked to talk about it much while the Captain"s away. It"s the-"
The corridor-door opened. Spade shut his mouth. Effie Perine jumped down from the desk, but a man opened the connecting door before she could reach it.
"Where"s Spade?" the man asked.