Bouncing Betty Caper Afrs

The adventures of Sam Spade Very funny certainly took you long enough. Oh, thank you Sam. Well, do you like them? I guess so. It's your own hair. I trust. Oh, yes. I'm gonna rush out. You'll never know anything happen whenever you're ready Curly You like it that well Yeah, very cute It's a business

To detective Lieutenant Dundee homicide detail San Francisco police from Samuel Spade licensed number one three seven five nine six subject to bouncing Betty Caper dear Dundee It all began on a Wednesday my secretary miss Effie Parene Tipped on into my office and laid an engraved calling card and a desk in front of me

The name on it was Randall Carruthers She said he looked like money. So I said show her in or him in she did Good morning, sir Do you wish the morning paper? Thanks, I've read it.

Dear me. What's the matter? This ashtray, sir. Have you a silent button? I don't even have a noisy one. Oh. In all my years of service, I've been my constant endeavor to keep things neat and tidy, down to the smallest details.

I see. Well, if it bothers you, just dump those butts into the wastebasket. Very well, sir. If you will, pardon the production, sir. You could use a well-trained servant in this establishment. Waste paper baskets, clean and empty at all times.

I did all times, never allowed refuse to accumulate. That's not a refuse, that's this month's bills. If so, I noticed, sir. I also noticed that you have not opened them. From this I confused that your services are immediately available.

Yeah, and I conclude that in spite of your glad rags and fancy handled, you are somebody's butler. Ooh, that is correct, sir. I am first butler in the household of Dr. Mark McGraw. First. Bleak Cliff is the name of the estate, as near the village of Squid Beach, some 50 miles in a southerly direction on the Pacific coast.