The girl moved her brown eyes to indicate the inner office. “Your Miss O’Shaughnessy’s in there. She’s been waiting since a few minutes after nine.”
Spade nodded as if he had expected that and asked: “What else?”
“Sergeant Polhaus called up. He didn’t leave any message.”
“Get him for me.”
“And G. called up.”
Spade’s eyes brightened. He asked: “Who?”
“ G. That’s what he said.” Her air of personal indifference to the subject was flawless. “When I told him you weren’t in he said: ‘When he comes in, will you please tell him that G. , who got his message, phoned and will phone again?’ ”
Spade worked his lips together as if tasting something he liked. “Thanks, darling,” he said. “See if you can