"See if you can get Tom Polhaus."
He opened the inner door and went into his private office, pulling the door to behind him.
Brigid O'Shaughnessy, dressed as on her first visit to the office, rose from a chair beside his desk and came quickly towards him.
"Somebody has been in my apartment," she exclaimed.
"It is all upside-down, every which way."
He seemed moderately surprised. "Anything taken?"
"I don't think so.
I don't know.
I was afraid to stay.
I changed as fast as I could and came down here.
Oh, you must've let that boy follow you there!"
Spade shook his head.
"No, angel."
He took an early copy of an afternoon paper from his pocket, opened it, and showed her a quarter-column headed SCREAM ROUTS BURGLAR.
A young woman named Carolin Beale, who lived alone in a Sutter Street apartment, had been awakened at four that morning by the sound of somebody moving in her bedroom.
She had screamed.
The mover had run away.
Two other women who lived alone in the same building had discovered, later in the morning, signs of the burglar's having visited their apartments.
Nothing had been taken from any of the three.
"That's where I shook him," Spade explained.
"I went into that building and ducked out the back door.
That's why all three were women who lived alone.
He tried the apartments that had women's names in the vestibule-register, hunting for you under an alias."
"But he was watching your place when we were there," she objected.
Spade shrugged.
"There's no reason to think he's working alone.
Or maybe he went to Sutter Street after he had begun to think you were going to stay all night in my place.
There are a lot of maybes, but I didn't lead him to the Coronet."
She was not satisfied.
"But he found it, or somebody did."
"Sure."
He frowned at her feet.
"I wonder if it could have been Cairo. He wasn't at his hotel all night, didn't get in till a few minutes ago.
He told me he had been standing up under a police-grilling all night.
I wonder."
He turned, opened the door, and asked Effie Perine:
"Cot Tom yet?"
"He's not in.
I'll try again in a few minutes."
"Thanks."
Spade shut the door and faced Brigid O'Shaughuessy.
She looked at him with cloudy eyes.
"You went to see Joe this morning?" she asked.
"Yes."
She hesitated.
"Why?"
"Why?" He smiled down at her.
"Because, my own true love, I've got to keep in some sort of touch with all the loose ends of this dizzy affair if I'm ever going to niake heads or tails of it."
He put an arm around her shoulders and led her over to his swivel-chair.
He kissed the tip of her nose lightly and set her down in the chair.