The Maltese falcon by Dashiell Hammett

to talk to you, Spade."
    "Well?" Spade stood in the doorway, blocking it. "Go ahead and talk."
    Tom Polhaus advanced saying: "We don't have to do it standing here, do we?"
    Spade stood in the doorway and said: "You can't come in." His tone was very slightly apologetic.
    Tom's thick-featured face, even in height with Spade's, took on an expression of friendly scorn, though there was a bright gleam in his smnall shrewd eyes. "What the hell, Sam?" he protested and put a big hand playfully on Spade's chest.
    Spade leaned against the pushing hand, grinned wolfishly, and asked: "Going to strong-arm me, Toni?"
    Tom grumbled, "Aw, for God's sake," and took his hand away.
    Dundy clicked his teeth together and said through them: "Let us in."
    Spade's lip twitched over his eyetooth. He said: "You're not coming in. What do you want to do about it? Try to get in? Or do your talking here? Or go to hell?"
    Tom groaned.
    Dundy, still speaking through his teeth, said: "It'd pay you to play along with us a little, Spade. You've got away with this and you've got away with that, but you can't keep it up forever."
    "Stop me when you can." Spade replied arrogantly.
    "That's what I'll do." Dundy put his hands behind him and thrust his hard face up towards the private detective's. "There's talk going around that you and Archer's wife were cheating on him."
    Spade laughed. "That sounds like something you thought up yourself."
    "Then there's not anything to it?"
    "Not anything."
    "The talk is," Dundv said, "that she tried to get a divorce out of him so's she could put in with you, but he wouldn't give it to her. Anything to that?"
    "There's even talk," Dundy went on stolidly, "that that's why he was put on the spot."
    Spade seemed mildly amused. "Don't be a hog," he said. "You oughtn't try to pin more than one murder at a time on me. Your first idea that I knocked Thursby off because he'd killed Miles falls apart if you blame me for killing Miles too."
    "You haven't heard me say you killed anybody," Dundy replied. "You're the one that keeps bringing that up. But suppose I did. You could have blipped them both. There's a way of figuring it."
    "Uh-huh. I could've butchered Miles to get his wife, and then Thursby so I could hang Miles's killing on him. That's a hell of a swell system, or will be when I can give somebody else the bump and hang Thursby's on them. How long am I supposed to keep that up? Are you going to put your hand on my shoulder for all the killings in San Francisco from now on?"
    Tom said: "Aw, cut the comedy, Sam. You know' damned well we don't hike this any more than you do, but we got our work to do."
    "I hope you've got something to do besides pop in here early every morning with a lot of damned fool questions."
    "And get danined lying answers," Dundy added deliberately.
    "Take it easy," Spade cautioned him.
    Dundy looked him up and down and then looked him straight in the eves. "If you say there was nothing between you and Archer's wife," he said, "you're a liar, and I'm telling you so."
    A startled look came into Tom's small eyes.
    Spade moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue and asked: "Is that the hot tip that brought you here at this ungodly time of night?"
    "That's one of them."
    "And the others?"
    Dundy pulled down the corners of his mouth. "Let us in." He nodded significantly at the doorway in which Spade stood.
    Spade frowned amid shook his head.
    Dundy's mouth-corners lifted in a smile of grim satisfaction. "There must've been something to it," he told Tom.
    Tom shifted his feet and, not looking at either man, mumbled: "God knows."
    "What's this?" Spade asked. "Charades?"
    "All right, Spade, w'e're going." Dundy buttoned his overcoat. "We'll be in to see you now' and then. Maybe you're right in bucking us. Think it Over."
    "Uh-huh," Spade said, grinning. "Glad to see you any time, Lieutenant, and whenever I'm not busy I'll let you in."
    A voice in Spade's living-room screamed: "Help! Help! Police! Help!" The voice,