pg. 121

As far as
trouble you're
murderers - all
them and trying
away from you
signs of know

want any more

you or the police

by every crackpot

pinch me or subpoena

with my lawyer."

you at the inquest,

The Third Murder

Hotel Sutter and telephone

in. No member of Gutman

Belvedere - Cairo was

A smart greas

outer room.

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been drugged ....

look at her ....

laughed. He called

This is Sam Spade

driver won't keep his

sula right away ....

him pick me

baked

smoking a

man with a pla

cheery face came

Spade. She's full of

Spade emptied

"know

She's a tough

live forever."

the thick-set

surprise to me

nothing and

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He shook her

off all right ?"

"Ye'. " Her head fell

"Where's the bed?"

She tried to raise a

much for her before the

carpet. With the sigh of

relax and crumble.

her up as she sank

to the near

He turned back the

removed her slippers

dressing-gown off, fixe

the covers up over her.

dows and stood with his

girl. Her breathing was

looked around,

ming the room.

but not

ing his lips togeth

tood there in the weak-

Finally he shook his

and went out, leaving

hone and Telegraph

called Davenport 2020.

there's a girl

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her. She moaned

though her eyes were

and slapped her cheek

She moaned again and

arm held her and swept

wall. "Keep walking," he

"who are you ?"

intelligible.

final consonant

"What the hell?"

front of her eyes.

mpered and opened

cream-colored pajama -

below her left breast -

lines - dotted with tiny

punctured it.

She said you'd

her body

with thin red line

had scratched and

.. till you came .... She

She swayed.

his arm around her and

his arm, squirming

.... sleep .... save her

ded.

Bur- Burlingame

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her tottering

walked across

incoördinated steps,

balance unaffected by

and eyeless, his

where at once.

monotonously :

the stuff. One

He shook

Step,

That's the stuff.

they do - dope you ?

twitched up then

eyes and she manage

the floor, the girl

Spade slapping

Her eyelids twitch

golden-brown eyes

the final consonant.

They walked the

up with Spade, Spade

yellow silk with both

remained hard and

left, right, turn

three, four.

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the room.

the girl begged

absent-mindedly,

scraps of excelsior

maybe you ought

his chin. "We'll

I'd keep the door

from his chin,

man, sister."

locked

and rubbed her

he said and went

Saturday Night

under his arm,

of his eyes

a small fair-hair

a small girl who

desperately to the in

"Mr. Spade?"

Spade said, "Yes,

Her body arched

straight back so that

and her slender throat

Spade slid his suppo

to get his other

between

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Sam!"

falcon down on

take care of this

thin corpse on

chest with her fist

on't you see

you

- Oh you've got

and bent over

nest of excelsior

making a larger

phone the police

drag any names

I told you

know about

the phone-call -

about anybody else

You don't know any -

my business until