“Oh, no. You had said not to. So I didn’t pay any attention to him and the next time I looked he was gone.” Spade grinned at her. “Damned lucky for you, sister, that the coppers got there first.” “Why?” “He’s a bad egg, that lad—poison. Was the dead man Jacobi?” “Yes.” He pressed her hands and stood up. “I’m going to run along. You’d better hit the hay. You’re all in.” She rose. “Sam, what is—?” He stopped her words with his hand on her mouth. “Save it till Monday,” he said. “I want to sneak out before your mother …
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