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to smile
a watchful-eyed
and Spade. His
at Spade's elbow.
said, "your glass is
and clattered glasses

fat man, with a
kind of medicine
refilled glass. Then
king down.

Spade was immobile
flourish and a bow
will never hurt you !
Spade rose and stood
him and Spade's eyes
glass. His voice was
speaking and clear under
The fat man chuckled
He held his glass
up at Spade. He
may be a fact that
bird is, and

"Mathematically
-his smile spread-
tell you."
a damned fool,"
know where it is.