Sam Spade

And now, back to the Biddle Riddle Caper, tonight's adventure with Sam Spade.

In accordance with Chapter 5 of the Private Detective's Manual entitled How to Keep Your License, I called Homicide and gave him the facts and figures, then went back to the study.

Jimmy Biddle was surrounded by props like Part 1 of the photoprime puzzle.

I carefully reached over his shoulder and pressed the button on the tape recorder.

My name's Jimmy Biddle.

The D.A.

will remember me.

We saw a lot of each other during the week after Carol Stevens hit the deck in her apartment three years ago.

At just about this time of night.

I fooled him then.

I could probably go on fooling him, but I'm tired of it.

I'm tired of living this way.

So here it is.

I knew Carol Stevens well.

I was crazy about her.

And I was jealous, too.

That's why I killed her.

Thought I could go on and on, playing hide-and-go-seek for the rest of my life.

But sooner or later, this kind of thing gets too heavy to pack around in it.

You gotta get rid of it.