Nightmare Town: Stories
“It was not quite four o’clock. He called, “Yoo-hoo!”Effie Ferine came in from the outer office. She was eating a piece of chocolate cake.“Tell Sid Wise I won’t be able to keep that date this afternoon,” he said.She put the last of the cake into her mouth and licked the tips of her forefinger and thumb. “That’s the third time this week.”When he smiled, the V’s of his chin, mouth, and brows grew longer. “I know, but I’ve got to go out and save a life.” He nodded at the telephone. “Somebody’s scaring Max Bliss.”She laughed. “Probably somebody named John D. Conscience.”He looked up at her from the cigarette he had begun to make. “Know anything I ought to know about him?”“Nothing you don’t know. I was just thinking about the time he let his brother go to San Quentin.”Spade shrugged. “That’s not the worst thing he’s done.” He lit his cigarette, stood up, and reached for his hat. “But he’s all right now. All Samuel Spade clients are honest, God-fearing folk.
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