Part 8 (2/2)

Spade blinked sleepily at the Levantine and said nothing.

Dundy asked: ”What'd he want you for?”

Cairo withheld his reply until he had mopped his b.l.o.o.d.y forehead and chin with a lavender-barred silk handkerchief. By then some of the indignation in his manner had been replaced by caution. ”He said he wanted-they wanted-to see me. I didn't know what about.”

Tom Polhaus lowered his head, sniffed the odor of chypre chypre that the mopping handkerchief had released in the air, and turned his head to scowl interrogatively at Spade. Spade winked at him and went on rolling a cigarette. that the mopping handkerchief had released in the air, and turned his head to scowl interrogatively at Spade. Spade winked at him and went on rolling a cigarette.

Dundy asked: ”Well, what happened then?”

”Then they attacked me. She struck me first, and then he choked me and took the pistol out of my pocket. I don't know what they would have done next if you hadn't arrived at that moment. I dare say they would have murdered me then and there. When he went out to answer the bell he left her here with the pistol to watch over me.”

Brigid O'Shaughnessy jumped out of the armchair crying, ”Why don't you make him tell the truth?” and slapped Cairo on the cheek.

Cairo yelled inarticulately.

Dundy pushed the girl back into the chair with the hand that was not holding the Levantine's arm and growled. ”None of that now.”

Spade, lighting his cigarette, grinned softly through smoke and told Tom: ”She's impulsive.”

”Yeah,” Tom agreed.

Dundy scowled down at the girl and asked ”What do you want us to think the truth is?”

”Not what he said,” she replied. ”Not anything he said.” She turned to Spade. ”Is it?”

”How do I know?” Spade responded. ”I was out in the kitchen mixing an omelette when it all happened, wasn't I?”

She wrinkled her forehead, studying him with eyes that perplexity clouded.

Tom grunted in disgust Dundy, still scowling at the girl, ignored Spade's speech and asked her: ”If he's not telling the truth, how come he did the squawking for help, and not you?”

”Oh, he was frightened to death when I struck him,” she replied, looking contemptuously at the Levantine.

Cairo's face flushed where it was not blood-smeared. He exclaimed: ”Pfoo! Another lie!”

She kicked his leg, the high heel of her blue slipper striking him just below the knee. Dundy pulled him away from her while big Tom came to stand close to her, rumbling: ”Behave, sister. That's no way to act.”

”Then make him tell the truth,” she said defiantly.

”We'll do that all right,” he promised. ”Just don't get rough.”

Dundy, looking at Spade with green eyes hard and bright and satisfied, addressed his subordinate: ”Well, Tom, I don't guess we'll go wrong pulling the lot of them in.”

Tom nodded gloomily.

Spade left the door and advanced to the center of the room, dropping his cigarette into a tray on the table as he pa.s.sed it. His smile and manner were amiably composed. ”Don't be in a hurry,” he said. ”Everything can be explained.”

”I bet you,” Dundy agreed, sneering.

Spade bowed to the girl. ”Miss O'Shaughnessy,” he said, ”may I present Lieutenant Dundy and Detective-sergeant Polhaus.” He bowed to Dundy. ”Miss O'Shaughnessy is an operative in my employ.”

Joel Cairo said indignantly: ”That isn't so. She-”

Spade interrupted him in a quite loud, but still genial, voice: ”I hired her just recently, yesterday. This is Mr. Joel Cairo, a friend-an acquaintance, at any rate-of Thursby's. He came to me this afternoon and tried to hire me to find something Thursby was supposed to have on him when he was b.u.mped off. It looked funny, the way he put it to me, so I wouldn't touch it. Then he pulled a gun-well, never mind that unless it comes to a point of laying charges against each other. Anyway, after talking it over with Miss O'Shaughnessy, I thought maybe I could get something out of him about Miles's and Thursby's killings, so I asked him to come up here. Maybe we put the questions to him a little rough, but he wasn't hurt any, not enough to have to cry for help. I'd already had to take his gun away from him again.”

As Spade talked anxiety came into Cairo's reddened face. His eyes moved jerkily up and down, s.h.i.+fting their focus uneasily between the floor and Spade's bland face.

Dundy confronted Cairo and bruskly demanded: ”Well, what've you got to say to that?”

Cairo had nothing to say for nearly a minute while he stared at the Lieutenant's chest. When he lifted his eyes they were shy and wary. ”I don't know what I should say,” he murmured. His embarra.s.sment seemed genuine.

”Try telling the facts,” Dundy suggested.

”The facts?” Cairo's eye fidgeted, though their gaze did not actually leave the Lieutenant's. ”What a.s.surance have I that the facts will be believed?”

”Quit stalling. All you've got to do is swear to a complaint that they took a poke at you and the warrant-clerk will believe you enough to issue a warrant that'll let us throw them in the can.”

Spade spoke in an amused tone: ”Go ahead, Cairo. Make him happy. Tell him you'll do it, and then we'll swear to one against you, and he'll have the lot of us.”

Cairo cleared his throat and looked nervously around the room, not into the eyes of anyone there.

Dundy blew breath through his nose in a puff that was not quite a snort and said: ”Get your hats.”

Cairo's eyes, holding worry and a question, met Spade's mocking gaze. Spade winked at him and sat on the arm of the padded rocker. ”Well, boys and girls,” he said, grinning at the Levantine and at the girl with nothing but delight in his voice and grin, ”we put it over nicely.”

Dundy's hard square face darkened the least of shades. He repeated peremptorily: ”Get your hats.”

Spade turned his grin on the Lieutenant, squirmed into a more comfortable position on the chair-arm, and asked lazily: ”Don't you know when you're being kidded?”

Tom Polhaus's face became red and s.h.i.+ny.

Dundy's face, still darkening, was immobile except for lips moving stiffly to say: ”No, but we'll let that wait till we get down to the Hall.”

Spade rose and put his hands in his trousers-pockets. He stood erect so he might look that much farther down at the Lieutenant. His grin was a taunt and self-certainty spoke in every line of his posture.

”I dare you to take us in, Dundy,” he said. ”We'll laugh at you in every newspaper in San Francisco. You don't think any of us is going to swear to any complaints against the others, do you? Wake up. You've been kidded. When the bell rang I said to Miss O'Shaughnessy and Cairo: 'It's those d.a.m.ned bulls again. They're getting to be nuisances. Let's play a joke on them. When you hear them going one of you scream, and then we'll see how far we can string them along before they tumble.' And-”

Brigid O'Shaughnessy bent forward in her chair and began to laugh hysterically.

Cairo started and smiled. There was no vitality in his smile, but he held it fixed on his face.

Tom, glowering, grumbled: ”Cut it out, Sam.”

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