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Beginning day had reduced night to a thin smokiness when Spade sat up. At his side Brigid O'Shaughnessy's soft breathing had the regularity of utter sleep. Spade was quiet leaving bed and bedroom and shutting the bedroom-door. He dressed in the bathroom. Then he examined the sleeping girl's clothes, took a flat brass key from the pocket of her coat, and went out.
He went to the Coronet, letting himself into the building and into her apartment with the key. To the eye there was nothing furtive about h'is going in: he entered boldly and directly. To the ear his going in was almost unnoticeabhe: he made as little sound as might be.