Sam Spade

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.

Yeah, naturally.

However, I'm not averse to enterprise in a young man, and I'm prepared to pay for my blunder.