Sam Spade
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
One way or another.
I rousted the landlady again, and we went over the room together.
A helpful type landlady.
She contributed a thousand-odd bits of gossip about Jimmy Biddle, only one of which struck me as interesting.
She'd come in this morning, she said, to clean his apartment, and among other things, had wound and set the eight-day clock on the mantel.
The same clock which was now exactly four hours fast.
Looking closer at the tape recorder, I saw a small label pasted above one of the knobs, reading, Morgas and Reed, recording technicians.
Next scene, the manufacturing section of Sansom Street, a five-story building, all dark at this hour, except for a light in the office on the second floor back, which happily turned out to be D1.
What do you want?
Well, a pastry cook.
We're closed, you see.
Office hours nine to five.
Now, wait a minute.