Pg. 18

Three women
his office at ten o'clock
at her desk opening
pale under its sunburn.
opes and the brass paper-
there." Her voice was
away." Spade complained.

She was a blond
Her facial prettiness
ment. Her body for all
exquisite. She wore
had as mourning an
back from the door

came quickly
arms were around
kissed he made a
pressed her face to

"Poor darling."