Sam Spade

I think he will be very happy to see you.

The place Paco took me to was about as high on Russian Hill as you can get.

The house was old, based in brownstone, and had a high iron fence around it.

On the gate was a main plate, H.H.

Lovelace.

When I opened it to go in, I noticed that Paco was no longer with me.

Oh, Mr. Spade, come in, come in.

The gray-haired gentleman who greeted me was wearing a winged collar, a carnation, and a very distinguished air.

I could hardly believe it, but he was definitely, beyond a shadow of a doubt, none other than the one and only Happy Herman Heap.

Well, Mr. Spade, I see that you're surprised.

I'm overwhelmed, Mr. Heath.

Lovely.

Lovelace, that is the correct name.

For my fifth avocation, I selected my first and second names, the HH, you know.

My full name is Herman Heath Lovelace.

About that car, Mr. Spade.

Yeah, about that.

I must know that you outwitted me.

I was rather proud of my little device, the disc on the charm braces, you know.

When you showed it to me at my business establishment, I naturally thought you were authorized to take the car.