Sam Spade
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A round pink head with a gray homburg on it bobbed out at me from the driver's seat and said... Mr. Spade?
About $49,975 less than you've done in the caper so far.
I won't ask why.
Dr. Birdwell says he's cuckoo, and it's only a toss-up which one of us he's going to blow up first.
Or sodium denodrine?
That's a mysterious remark.
I was just trying it on for size.
Where do I fit into your scheme?
I don't know why, but somehow I got the impression that Mr. Manning was trying to get rid of me.
He should have used that ticket to Chicago himself.
We stopped at Sausalito for breakfast, and the condemned man ate a hearty meal.
We drove the last mile through the Marina District and pulled up in front of his house.
He backed across the sidewalk, waving, and I waved back.
Then he went up three steps, put a key in his door, and opened it.