Sam Spade

I took another look at said damsel's photograph and decided I would investigate her distress.

I then phoned my secretary and told her to look up the night's bus schedule to Atherton to return the dress on the envelope containing said love letter.

It was around 11 in the p.m.

and the moon was just clearing the treetops behind the Comstock Mansion when I slipped in at the west gate, heard the instructions in Ella's love letter, and took a plant beside the aforementioned fountain.

The house was in darkness and I didn't see the ladder until the moon cleared the chimney pot.

There was a girl climbing down the ladder from the second story and she had a suitcase in her hand.

When she reached the ground, she looked around anxiously, spotted me, and flew into my arms.

Don't!

I love you, too, but now what?

I'll explain it all later.

We'll have to hurry.

I think you suspected something.

You suspected what?

Hey, hold it.

Get down.

I said get down.

I love you?

What room?

In my room, of course.

Where are you planning on going?