“Mr. Spade, I’ve a terrible, terrible confession to make.” Spade smiled a polite smile, which she did not lift her eyes to see, and said nothing. “That—that story I told you yesterday was all—a story,” she stammered, and looked up at him now with miserable frightened eyes. “Oh, that,” Spade said lightly. “We didn’t exactly believe your story.” “Then—?” Perplexity was added to the misery and fright in her eyes. “We believed your two hundred dollars.” “You mean—?” She seemed to not know what he meant. “I mean that you paid us more than if you’d been telling the truth,” he explained blandly, “and
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