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Who killed Thursby?’
Spade said: ‘I don’t know.’
Bryan rubbed his black eyeglass-ribbon between thumb and fingers and said knowingly: ‘Perhaps you don’t, but you certainly could make an excellent guess.’
‘Maybe, but I wouldn’t.’
The District Attorney raised his eyebrows.
‘I wouldn’t,’ Spade repeated. He was serene. ‘My guess might be excellent or it might be crummy, but Mrs Spade didn’t raise any children dippy enough to make guesses in front of a District Attorney, an Assistant District Attorney, and a stenographer.’
‘Why shouldn’t you, if you’ve nothing to conceal?’
‘Everybody,’ Spade responded mildly, ‘has something to conceal.’
‘And you have – ?’
‘My guesses, for one thing.
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