Part 13 (1/2)

Spade walked down Geary Street to the Palace Hotel, where he ate luncheon. His face had lost its pallor, his lips their dryness, and his hand its trembling by the time he had sat down. He ate hungrily without haste, and then went to Sid Wise's office.

When Spade entered, Wise was biting a fingernail and staring at the window. He took his hand from his mouth, screwed his chair around to face Spade, and said: ”'Lo. Push a chair up.”

Spade moved a chair to the side of the big paper-laden desk and sat down. ”Mrs. Archer come in?” he asked.

”Yes.” The faintest of lights flickered in Wise's eyes. ”Going to marry the lady, Sammy?”

Spade sighed irritably through his nose. ”Christ, now you start that!” he grumbled.

A brief tired smile lifted the corners of the lawyer's mouth. ”If you don't,” he said, ”you're going to have a job on your hands.”

Spade looked up from the cigarette he was making and spoke sourly: ”You mean you are? Well, that's what you're for. What did she tell you?”

”About you?”

”About anything I ought to know.”

Wise ran fingers through his hair, sprinkling dandruff down on his shoulders. ”She told me she had tried to get a divorce from Miles so she could-”

”I know all that,” Spade interrupted him. ”You can skip it. Get to the part I don't know.”

”How do I know how much she-?”

”Quit stalling, Sid.” Spade held the flame of his lighter to the end of his cigarette. ”What did she tell you that she wanted kept from me?”

Wise looked reprovingly at Spade. ”Now, Sammy,” he began, ”that's not-”

Spade looked heavenward at the ceiling and groaned: ”Dear G.o.d, he's my own lawyer that's got rich off me and I have to get down on my knees and beg him to tell me things!” He lowered at Wise. ”What in h.e.l.l do you think I sent her to you for?”

Wise made a weary grimace. ”Just one more client like you,” he complained, ”and I'd be in a sanitarium-or San Quentin.”

”You'd be with most of your clients. Did she tell you where she was the night he was killed?”

”Yes.”

”Where?”

”Following him.”

Spade sat up straight and blinked. He exclaimed incredulously: ”Jesus, these women!” Then he laughed, relaxed, and asked: ”Well, what did she see?”

Wise shook his head. ”Nothing much. When he came home for dinner that evening he told her he had a date with a girl at the St. Mark, ragging her, telling her that was her chance to get the divorce she wanted. She thought at first he was just trying to get under her skin. He knew-”

”I know the family history,” Spade said. ”Skip it. Tell me what she did.”

”I will if you'll give me a chance. After he had gone out she began to think that maybe he might have had that date. You know Miles. It would have been like him to-”

”You can skip Miles's character too.”

”I oughtn't to tell you a d.a.m.ned thing,” the lawyer said. ”So she got their car from the garage and drove to the St. Mark, sitting in the car across the street. She saw him come out of the hotel and she saw that he was shadowing a man and a girl-she says she saw the same girl with you last night-who had come out just ahead of him. She knew then that he was working, had been kidding her. I suppose she was disappointed, and mad-she sounded that way when she told me about it. She followed Miles long enough to make sure he was shadowing the pair, and then she went up to your apartment. You weren't home.”

”What time was that?” Spade asked.

”When she got to your place? Between half-past nine and ten the first time.”

”The first time?”

”Yes. She drove around for half an hour or so and then tried again. That would make it, say, ten-thirty. You were still out, so she drove back downtown and went to a movie to kill time until after midnight, when she thought she'd be more likely to find you in.”

Spade frowned. ”She went to a movie at ten-thirty?”

”So she says-the one on Powell Street that stays open till one in the morning. She didn't want to go home, she said, because she didn't want to be there when Miles came. That always made him mad, it seems, especially if it was around midnight. She stayed in the movie till it closed.” Wise's words came out slower now and there was a sardonic glint in his eye. ”She says she had decided by then not to go back to your place again. She says she didn't know whether you'd like having her drop in that late. So she went to Tait's-the one on Ellis Street-had something to eat and then went home-alone.” Wise rocked back in his chair and waited for Spade to speak.

Spade's face was expressionless. He asked: ”You believe her?”

”Don't you?” Wise replied.

”How do I know? How do I know it isn't something you fixed up between you to tell me?”

Wise smiled. ”You don't cash many checks for strangers, do you, Sammy?”

”Not basketfuls. Well, what then? Miles wasn't home. It was at least two o'clock by then-must've been-and he was dead.”

”Miles wasn't home,” Wise said. ”That seems to have made her mad again-his not being home first to be made mad by her not being home. So she took the car out of the garage again and went back to your place.”

”And I wasn't home. I was down looking at Miles's corpse. Jesus, what a swell lot of merry-go-round riding. Then what?”

”She went home, and her husband still wasn't there, and while she was undressing your messenger came with the news of his death.”

Spade didn't speak until he had with great care rolled and lighted another cigarette. Then he said: ”I think that's an all right spread. It seems to click with most of the known facts. It ought to hold.”

Wise's fingers, running through his hair again, combed more dandruff down on his shoulders. He studied Spade's face, with curious eyes and asked: ”But you don't believe it?”

Spade plucked his cigarette from between his lips. ”I don't believe it or disbelieve it, Sid. I don't know a d.a.m.ned thing about it.”

A wry smile twisted the lawyer's mouth. He moved his shoulders wearily and said: ”That's right-I'm selling you out. Why don't you get an honest lawyer-one you can trust?”

”That fellow's dead.” Spade stood up. He sneered at Wise. ”Getting touchy, huh? I haven't got enough to think about: now I've got to remember to be polite to you. What did I do? Forget to genuflect when I came in?”

Sid Wise smiled sheepishly. ”You're a son of a gun, Sammy,” he said.

Effie Perine was standing in the center of Spade's outer office when he entered. She looked at him with worried brown eyes and asked: ”What happened?”

Spade's face grew stiff. ”What happened where?” he demanded.

”Why didn't she come?”

Spade took two long steps and caught Effie Perine by the shoulders. ”She didn't get there?” he bawled into her frightened face.

She shook her head violently from side to side. ”I waited and waited and she didn't come, and I couldn't get you on the phone, so I came down.”