Her eyes opened until their brown was surrounded by white. “You went down there.” It was not a question. “I did not,” Spade said. “Sam,” she cried angrily, “she may be—” “She went down there,” he said in a surly voice. “She wasn’t taken. She went down there instead of to your house when she learned the boat was in. Well, what the hell? Am I supposed to run around after my clients begging them to let me help them?” “But, Sam, when I told you the boat was on fire!” “That was at noon and I had a date with Polhaus and …
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