She looked shamefacedly at Spade and whispered: 'Yes.'
'Right. Now you and Thursby arc in Hongkong with the bird.'
'Yes, and then—I didn't know him very well—I didn't know whether I could trust him. I though-it it would be safer—anyway, I met Captain Jacobi and I knew his boat was coming here, so I asked him to bring a package for me—and that was the bird. I wasn't sure I could trust Thursby, or that Joe or—or somebody working for Gutman might not be on the boat we came on—and that seemed the safest plan.'
'All right. Then you and Thursby caught one of the fast boats over. Then what?'
'Then—thien I was afraid of Gutman. I knew he had people—connections—everywhere, and he'd soon know what we had done. And I was afraid he'd have learned that we had left Hongkong for San Francisco. He was in New York and I knew' if he heard that by cable he would have phenty of time to get here by the time we did, or before. He did. I didn't know that then, but I was afraid of it, and I had to wait here until Captain Jacobi's boat arrived. And I was afraid Gutman wouhd find me—or find Floyd and buy him over. That's why I came to you and asked you to watch him for—'
'That's a lie,' Spade said. 'You had Thursby hooked and you knew it. He was a sucker for women. His record shows that—the only falls he took were over women. Am-id once a chump, always a chump. Maybe you didn't know' his record, but you'd know you had him safe.'
She blushed and looked timidly at him.
He said: 'You wanted to get him out of the way before Jacobi came with the loot. What was your schenic?'
'I—I knew he'd left tfie States with a gambler after some trouble. I didn't know what it was. but I thought that if it was anything serious and he saw a detective watching him he'd think it was on account of the old trouble, and would be frightened into going away. I didn't think—'
'You told him he was being shadowed,' Spade said confidently. 'Miles hadn't many brains, but he wasn't clumsy enough to be spotted the first night.'
'I told him, yes. Whcn we went out for a walk that night I pretended to discover Mr. Archer following us and pointed him out to Floyd.' She sobbed. 'But please believe, Sam, that I wouldn't have done it if I had thought Floyd would kill him. I thought he'd be frightened into leaving the city. I didn't for a minute think he'd shoot him like that.'
Spade smiled wolfishly with his lips, but not at all with his eyes. He said: 'If you thought he wouldn't you were right, angel.'
The girl's upraised face held utter astonishment.
Spade said: 'Thursby didn't shoot him.'
Incredulity joined astonishment in the girl's face.
Spade said: 'Mihes hadn't many brains, but, Christ! he had too many years' experience as a detective to be caught like that by the man he was shadowing. Up a blind alley with his gun tucked away on his hip and his overcoat buttoned? Not a chance. He was as dumb as any man ought to be, but he wasn't quite that dumb. The only two ways out of the alley could be watched from the edge of Bush Street over the tunnci. You'd told us Thursby was a bad actor. He couldn't have tricked Miles into the alley like that, and i-ic couhdn't have driven him in. He was dumb, but not dunib enough-i for that.'
He ran his tongue over the inside of his lips and smiled affectionately at time girl. He said: 'But he'd've gone up there with you, angel, if he was sure nobody else was up there. You were his client, so he would have had no reason for not dropping the shadow on your say-so, and if you caught up w'ith him and asked him to go up there he'd've gone. He was just dumb enough for that. He'd've looked you up and down and licked his lips and gone grinning from ear to ear—and then you could've stood as close to him as you liked in the dark and put a hole through him with the gun you had got fron Thursby that evening.'
Brigid O'Shaughnessy shrank back fron him until the edge of the table stopped her. She looked at him with terrified eyes and cried: 'Don't—don't talk to me like that, Sam! You know I didn't! You know—'
'Stop it.' He looked at the watch-i on his wrist. 'The police will be blowing in any minute now and we're sitting on dynamite. Talk!'
She put the back of a hand on her forehead. 'Ohm, why do you accuse me of such a terrible—?'
'Will you stop it?' he demanded in a low impatient voice. 'This isn't the spot for the schoolgirl-act. Listen to me. The pair of us are sitting under the gallows.' He took hold of her wrists and made her stand up straight in front of him. 'Talk!'
'I—I— How did you know he—he licked his lips and looked—?'
Spade laughed harshly. 'I knew Miles. But never mind that. Why did you shoot him?'
She twisted her wrists out of Spade's fingers and put her hands up around the back of his neck, pulling his head down until his mouth all but touched hers. Her body was flat against his from km-ices to chest. He put his arms around her, holding her tight to him. Her dark-lashied lids were half down over velvet eyes. Her voice was hushed, throbbing: 'I didn't mean to, at first. I didn't, really. I n-icant what I told you, but when I saw Floyd couldn't be frightened I—'
Spade slapped her shoulder. He said: 'That's a lie. You asked Miles and me to handle it ourselves, You wanted to he sure the shadower was somebody you knew and who knew' you, so they'd go with you. You got the gun from Thursby that day—that night. You had already rented the apartment at the Coronet. You had trunks there and none at the hotel and when I hooked the apartment over I found a rent-receipt dated five or six days before the time you told me you rented it.'
She swallowed with difficulty and her voice was humble. 'Yes, that's a lie, Sam. I did intend to if Floyd— I —I can't look at you and tell you this, Sam.' She pulled his head farther down until her cheek was against his cheek, her mouth by his ear, and whispered: 'I knew Floyd wouldn't be easily frightened, but I thought that if he knew somebody was shadowing him either he'd— Oh, I can't say it, Sam!' Si-ic clung to him, sobbing.
Spade said: 'You thought Floyd would tackle him and one or the other of them would go down. If Thursby was the one then you were rid of him. If Miles w'as, then you could see that Floyd was caught and you'd be rid of him. That it?'
'S-something like that.'
'And when you found that Thursby didn't mean to tackle him you borrowed the gun and did it yourself. Right?'
'Yes—though not exactly.'
'But exact enough. And you had that plan up your sleeve from the first. You thought Floyd would he nailed for the killing.'
'I—I thought they'd hold him at least until after Captain Jacobi had arrived with the falcon and—'
'And you didn't know then that Gutman was here hunting for you. You didn't suspect that or you wouldn't have shaken your gunman. You knew Gutman was here as soon as you heard Thursby had been shot. Then you knew you needed another protector, so you can-ic back to me. Right?'
'Yes, but—oh, sweethcart!—it wasn't only that. I would have come back to you sooner or later. From the first instant I saw you I knew—'
Spade said tenderly: 'You angel! Well, if you get a good break you'll be out of San Quentin in twenty years and you can come back to me then.'
She took her cheek away from his, drawing her head far back to stare up without comprehension at him.
He was pale. He said tenderly: 'I hope to Christ they don't hang you, precious, by that sweet neck.' He slid his hands up to caress her throat.
In an instant she was out of his arms, back against the table, crouching, both hands spread over her throat. Her face was wild-eyed, haggard. Her dry mouth opened and closed. She said in a small parched voice: 'You're not—' She could get no other words out.
Spade's face was yellow-white now. His mouth smiled and there were smile-wrinkles around his glittering eyes. His voice was soft, gentle. He said: 'I'm going to send you over. The chances are you'll get off with life. That means you'll be out again in twenty years. You're an angel. I'll wait for you.' He cleared his throat. 'If they hang you I'll always remember you.'
She dropped her hands and stood erect. Her face became smooth and untroubled except for the faintest of dubious glints in her eyes. She smiled back at him, gently. 'Don't, Sam, don't say that even in fun. Oh, you
