The Maltese Falcon

English, ain't it?" Spade took his elbow from the fence-post and leaned down to look at the weapon, but he did not touch it. With his left hand Spade gathered together the smaller man's coat-lapels-the rubyset green tie bunching out over his knuckles-while his right hand stowed the captured weapon away in a coat-pocket. Their gaze ran over Spade's body from shoulders to knees, and up again to settle on the handkerchief whose maroon border peeped from the breast-pocket of Spade's brown coat. Finally he shook his thick sloping shoulders impatiently and went out, leaving the suite's outer door unlocked.