Sam Spade

Gee, thanks.

Who stood my bail?

Sergeant, am I to understand that the charges have been dropped?

All right, I know when I'm not wanted.

Mine not the reason why.

Don't come fast.

Your inhospitable words cut me to the quick, Sergeant, but I bit my lip, swallowed my pride, very low calorie, and strode bravely out into the sunlight a free man.

I fought until I bought a newspaper.

Right there on page one it said, errors reveal secret marriage to private detective.

Blackmail charges against Sam Spade dropped.

All a mistake, says Hunters.

Next to the item was a picture of Ella leaning over a hot stove in my kitchen.

It was captioned, The prized bride prepares breakfast for incarcerated mates.

We'll keep things hot for him, says Mrs. Spade.

I'm on a diet.

Take off that apron and sit down.

Wouldn't it have been simpler just to have dropped the charges?

I know a guy who would have done it for five and thrown in some fingerprints for free, but that's not the point.

Nuts.

Who are these ex-admirers of yours who are supposed to have been knocked off by your uncle?