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“He isn't listening, Lina,” Miss Koppel remarked.
It was a permissible conclusion, but not necessarily sound. Wolfe had leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, and even to me it might have seemed that he was settling for a snooze but for two details: first, di
Someone said something.
Wolfe's eyes came half-open and he straightened up.
“I could,” he said, either to himself or to them, “ask you to stay to di
And so on. I won't put all the questions; you know what I want. Will any of you give it to me-any of it?”
His gaze passed along the line. No one said a word.
“One or more of you,” he said, “might prefer not to speak in the presence of the others. If so, do you want to come back later? This evening?”
“If I had anything to tell you,” Bill Meadows asserted, “I'd tell you now.”
“You sure would,” Traub agreed.
“I thought not,” Wolfe said grimly. “To get anything out of you another Miss Shepherd would be necessary. One other chance: if you prefer not even to make an appointment in the presence of the others, we are always here to answer the phone. But I would advise you not to delay.” He pushed his chair back and got erect. “That's all I have for you now, and you have nothing for me.”
They didn't like that much. They wanted to know what he was going to do.
Especially and unanimously, they wanted to know what about their secret. Was the world going to hear of what a sip of Starlite did to Madeline Fraser? On that Wolfe refused to commit himself. The stubbornest of the bunch was Traub. When the others finally left he stayed behind, refusing to give up the fight, even trying to follow Wolfe into the kitchen. I had to get rude to get rid of him.
When Wolfe emerged from the kitchen, instead of bearing left toward the dining-room he returned to the office, although di
I followed. “What's the idea? Not hungry?”
“Get Mr Cramer.”
I went to my desk and obeyed.
Wolfe got on.
“How do you do, sir.“ He was polite but far from servile. “Yes. No. No, indeed.
If you will come to my office after di
He hung up, scowled at me, and headed for the dining-room. By the time he had seated himself, rucked his napkin in the V of his vest, and removed the lid from the onion soup, letting the beautiful strong steam sail out, his face had completely cleared and he was ready to purr.
Chapter Tweleve Inspector Cramer, adjusted to ease in the red leather chair, with beer on the little table at his elbow, manipulated his jaw so that the unlighted cigar made a cocky upward angle from the left side of his mouth.
“Yes,” he admitted. “You can have it all for a nickel. That's where I am. Either I'm getting older or murderers are getting smarter.”
He was in fact getting fairly grey and his middle, though it would never get into Wolfe's class, was begi
“But,” he went on, sounding more truculent than he actually was because keeping the cigar where he wanted it made him talk through his teeth, “I'm not expecting any nickel from you. You don't look as if you needed anything. You look as pleased as if someone had just given you a geranium.”
“I don't like geraniums.”
“Then what's all the happiness about? Have you got to the point where you're ready to tell Archie to mail out the bills?”
He not only wasn't truculent; he was positively mushy. Usually he called me Goodwin. He called me Archie only when he wanted to peddle the impression that he regarded himself as one of the family, which he wasn't.
Wolfe shook his head. “No, I'm far short of that. But I am indeed pleased. I like the position I'm in. It seems likely that you and your trained men-up to a thousand of them, I assume, on a case as blazoned as this one-are about to work like the devil to help me earn a fee. Isn't that enough to give me a smirk?”
“The hell you say.” Cramer wasn't so sugary. “According to the papers your fee is contingent.”
“So it is.”
“On what you do. Not on what we do.”
“Of course,” Wolfe agreed. He leaned back and sighed comfortably. “You're much too clearsighted not to appraise the situation, which is a little peculiar, as I do. Would you like me to describe it?”
“I'd love it. You're a good describer.”
“Yes, I think I am. You have made no progress, and after ten days you are sunk in a morass, because there is a cardinal fact which you have not discovered. I have. I have discovered it by talking with the very persons who have been questioned by you and your men many times, and it was not given to me willingly.
Only by intense and sustained effort did I dig it out. Then why should I pass it on to you? Why don't I use it myself, and go on to triumph?”
Cramer put his beer glass down. “You're telling me.”
That was rhetoric. The trouble is that, while without this fact you can't even get started, with it there is still a job to be done; that job will require further extended dealing with these same people, their histories and relationships; and I have gone as far as I can with them unless I hire an army.
You already have an army. The job will probably need an enormous amount of the sort of work for which your men are passably equipped, some of them even adequately, so why shouldn't they do it? Isn't it the responsibility of the police to catch a murderer?”
Cramer was now wary and watchful. “From you,” he said, “that's one hell of a question. More rhetoric?”
“Oh, no. That one deserves an answer. Yours, I feel sure, is yes, and the newspapers agree. So I submit a proposal: I'll give you the fact, and you'll proceed to catch the murderer. When that has been done, you and I will discuss whether the fact was essential to your success, whether you could possibly have got the truth and the evidence without it. If we agree that you couldn't, you will so inform my clients, and I shall collect my fee. No document will be required; an oral statement will do; and of course only to my clients, I don't care what you say to journalists or to your superior officers.”
Cramer grunted. He removed the cigar from his mouth, gazed at the mangled end suspiciously as if he expected to see a bug crawling, and put it back where it belonged. Then he squinted at Wolfe: “Would you repeat that?”
Wolfe did so, as if he were reading it off, without changing a word.
Cramer grunted again. “You say if we agree. You mean if you agree with me, or if I agree with you?”
“Bah. It couldn't be plainer.”
“Yeah. When you're plainest you need looking at closest. What if I've already got this wonderful fact?”
“You didn't have it two hours ago. If you have it now, I have nothing to give and shall get nothing. If when I divulge it you claim to have had it, you'll tell me when and from whom you got it.” Wolfe stirred impatiently. “It is, of course, co