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Aug 10, 2017 · Books. An illustration of two cells of a film strip. ... The Maltese Falcon by Hammett, Dashiell, 1894-1961. Publication date 1930 Publisher ... PDF download ...
- Spade <$• Archer
- “I guess so. You’ll want to see her anyway: she’s a
- THE MALTESE FALCON
- Miss Wonderly murmured, “Thank you,” softly as
- Miss Wonderly watched the grey flakes twitch and
- She caught her breath and looked at him. She swal-
- Spade smiled and nodded as if he understood her, hut
- “That was in New York.”
- I—only seventeen—and we didn’t have the same
- THE MALTESE FALCON
- “Maybe not. It’s not always easy to know what to
- “It was horrible,” Miss Wonderly said, trying to
- SPADE & ARCHER
- He—”
- The man who had opened the door came in a step,
- THE MALTESE FALCON
- The chances are he won’t. Miss Wonderly wants us
- “Yes,” she said indistinctly. The embarrassment that
- Miles Archer came forward to stand at a corner of
- her.
amuel spade’s jaw was long and bony, his chin a Sjutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved hack to make another, smaller, v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The v motif was picked up agamT)y'tTiickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down—from high flat temple...
knockout.” “Shoo her in, darling,” said Spade. “Shoo her in.” Effie Pcrine opened the door again, following it hack into the outer office, standing with a hand on the knob while saying: “Will you come in, Miss Wonderly?”
young woman came through the doorway. She advanced slowly, with tentative steps, looking at Spade with cobalt-blue eyes that were both shy and probing. She was tall and pliantly slender, without angularity anywhere. Her body was erect and high-breasted, her legs long, her hands and feet narrow. She wore two shades of blue that had been selected bec...
before and sat down on the edge of the chair’s wooden seat. Spade sank into his swivel-chair, made a quarter-turn to face her, smiled politely. He smiled without sep-arating his lips. All the v’s in his face grew longer. The tappity-tap-tap and the thin bell and muffled whir of Effie Perine’s typewriting came through the closed door. Somewhere in a...
crawl. Her eyes were uneasy. She sat on the very edge of the chair. Her feet were flat on the floor, as if she were about to rise. Her hands in dark gloves clasped a flat dark handbag in her lap. Spade rocked back in his chair and asked: “Now what can I do for you, Miss Wonderly?”
lowed and said hurriedly: “Could you— ? I thought I—that is— ” Then she tortured her lower lip with glistening teeth and said nothing. Only her dark eyes spoke now, pleading.
pleasantly, as if nothing serious were involved. He said “Suppose you tell me about it, from the beginning, and then we’ll know what needs doing. Better begin as far back as you can.”
“Yes.” “I don’t know where she met him. I mean I don’t know where in New York. She’s five years younger than
• I don’t suppose we’ve ever been as close as sis- ters should be. Mama and Papa are in Europe. It would kill them. I’ve got to get her back before they come home.” “Yes,” he said. “They’re coming home the first of the month.”
“I didn’t know what she had done until her letter came. I was frantic.” Her lips trembled. Her hands mashed the dark handbag in her lap. “I was too afraid she had done something like this to go to the police, and the fear that something had happened to her kept urg- ing me to go. There wasn’t anyone I could go to for ad- vice. I didn’t know what to...
do. You haven’t found her?” “No, I haven’t. I wrote her that I would go to the St. Mark, and I begged her to come and let me talk to her even if she didn’t intend to go home with me. But she didn’t come. I waited three days, and she didn’t come, didn’t even send me a message of any sort.” Spade nodded his blond satan’s head, frowned sympa- thetical...
smile. “I couldn’t sit there like that—waiting—not knowing what had happened to her, what might be hap- pening to her.” She stopped trying to smile. She shud- dered. “The only address I had was General Delivery. I wrote her another letter, and yesterday afternoon I
7 went to the Post Office. I stayed there until after dark, but I didn’t see her. I went there again this morning, and still didn’t see Corinne, but I saw Floyd Thursby.” Spade nodded again. His frown went away. In its place came a look of sharp attentiveness. “He wouldn’t tell me where Corinne was,” she went on, hopelessly. “He wouldn’t tell me an...
She broke off with a startled hand to her mouth as the door opened.
said, “Oh, excuse me !” hastily took his brown hat from his head, and backed out. “It’s all right, Miles,” Spade told him. “Come in. Miss Wonderly, this is Mr. Archer, my partner.” Miles Archer came into the office again, shutting the door behind him, ducking his head and smiling at Miss
wide in the shoulders, thick in the neck, with a jovial heavy-jawed red face and some grey in his close-trinnned hair. He was apparently as many years past forty as Spade Avas past thirty. Spade said: “Miss Wonderly’s sister ran away from New York with a fellow named Floyd Thursby. They’re here. Miss Wonderly has seen Thursby and has a date with hi...
to find the sister and get her away from him and back home.” He looked at Miss Wonderly. “Right?”
had gradually been driven away by Spade’s ingratiat- ing smiles and nods and assurances was pinkening her face again. She looked at the bag in her lap and picked nervously at it with a gloved finger. Spade winked at his partner.
the desk. While the girl looked at her bag he looked at her. His little brown eyes ran their bold appraising gaze from her lowered face to her feet and up to her face again. Then he looked at Spade and made a silent whistling mouth of appreciation. Spade lifted two fingers from the arm of his chair in a brief warning gesture and said “We shouldn’t ...
She said in a small flat voice: “Iva is here.” Spade, looking down at his desk, nodded almost im- perceptibly. “Yes,” he said, and shivered. “Well, send her in.” DASHI ELL HAMMETT is an ex-Pinkerton detective. That in itself more than explains his knowledge of crooks and sleuths, but it accounts not at all for his ability to write them down so skil...
Oct 7, 2021 · An illustration of an open book. Books ... 1906-1987; Anobile, Richard J; Hammett, Dashiell, 1894-1961. Maltese falcon Boxid IA40250611 Camera ... Pdf_module_version
- Spade & Archer. Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller, v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal.
- Death in the Fog. A telephone-bell rang in darkness. When it had rung three times bed-springs creaked, fingers fumbled on wood, something small and hard thudded on a carpeted floor, the springs creaked again, and a man's voice said
- Three Women. When Spade reached his office at ten o'clock the following morning Effie Ferine was at her desk opening the morning's mail. Her boyish face was pale under its sunburn.
- The Black Bird. Miss Wonderly, in a belted green crêpe silk dress, opened the door of apartment 1001 at the Coronet. Her face was flushed. Her dark red hair, parted on the left side, swept back in loose waves over her right temple, was somewhat tousled.
First released version was "Maltese Falcon" in May, 1931 First re-make entitled "Satan Was a Lady" was released in July, 1936 Different casts in each. IMPORTANT! RETURN TO WARNER BROS. PICTURES INC. STORY DEPT.
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The Maltese Falcon. Dashiell Hammett. Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, Jul 17, 1989 - Fiction - 240 pages. FEATURING THE CHARACTER THAT INSPIRED THE AMC SERIES MONSIEUR SPADE STARRING CLIVE OWENONE OF TIME MAGAZINE'S 100 BEST MYSTERY AND THRILLER BOOKS OF ALL TIME Detective Sam Spade is a private eye with his own solitary code of ethics.
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Dashiell Hammett. Orion, 2002 - Crime investigations - 213 pages. THE MALTESE FALCON (1930) set the standard by which the private eye genre is judged. Sam Spade is hired by the fragrant Miss Wonderley to track down her sister, who has eloped with a louse called Floyd Thursby. But Miss Wonderley is in fact the beautiful and treacherous Brigid O ...
