“Tell me who Archer was shadowing Thursby for and I’ll tell you who killed Thursby.” Spade’s laugh was brief and scornful. “You’re as wrong as Dundy,” he said. “Don’t misunderstand me, Spade,” Bryan said, knocking on the desk with his knuckles. “I don’t say your client killed Thursby or had him killed, but I do say that, knowing who your client is, or was, I’ll mighty soon know who killed Thursby.”
