Sam Spade

Put it back where it came from.

Sure.

Come and get it.

Sit down and rest.

Hold it, Comstock.

I've got the gun now.

Well, Spade, it seems you've won the day.

How does it feel to be a rich man?

You'll have to tell me, Comstock.

The reports of my marriage to your niece are slightly exaggerated.

And that's about it, Sergeant.

I'm sorry I can't furnish it with the forged papers Ella used to back up that phony story of her marriage to me.

A fire broke out in the wastebasket, and I accidentally dropped them into it.

As for Comstock and his guns of Riley, I will gladly press charges against them on a blackmail frame until homicide decides whether there's a case against him on the mysterious death of Ella's previous fiancée.

Period.

End of report.

Why what, Ed?

Well, because grandmother's love letters plus the documents on that teapot proved that Hugo was not a Comstock, but a Pinckney, and hence not entitled to one red penny of the Comstock fortune, which was left, if you recall, to grandpa's legitimate heir.

Oh, why?

Tell her about me.