Chapter 13

“Your first guess was that I had the bird,” Spade said in a crisp voice when he had put the two hundred dollars into his pocket and had dropped the wallet on the desk again. “There’s nothing in that. What’s your second?” “That you know where it is, or, if not exactly that, that you know it is where you can get it.” Spade neither denied nor affirmed that: he seemed hardly to have heard it. He asked: “What sort of proof can you give me that your man is the owner?” “Very little, unfortunately. There is this, though: n…