be glad to lend a hand. A suicide at her party would be bad enough, but a homicide is murder. So Im involved.
He swallowed a bite of fig. You are indeed. I suppose you considered whether it would be well to reserve your conclusion.
I appreciated thathis not questioning my eyesight or my faculty of attention. It was a real tribute, and the way I felt, I needed one. I said, Sure I considered it. But I had to include that I had been told she had cyanide in her bag, since the girl who told me would certainly include it, and Cramer and Stebbins and Rowcliff would know damn well that in that case I would have had my eyes open, so I had no choice. I couldnt tell them yes, I was watching her and the bag, and yes, I was looking at her when Grantham took her the champagne and she drank it, and yes, she might have put something in the champagne before she drank when I was absolutely certain she hadnt.
No, he agreed. He had finished the figs and taken one of the ramekins of shirred eggs with sausage from the warmer. Then
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youre in for it. I take it that we expect no profitable engagement.
We do not. God knows, not from Mrs Robilotti.
Very well. He put a muffin in the toaster. You may remember my remarks yesterday.
I do. You said I would demean myself. You did not say I would get involved in an unprofitable homicide. Ill deposit the cheques this morning.
He said I should go to bed, and I said if I did it would take a guided missile to get me up again.
After a shower and shave and tooth brush, and clean shirt and socks, and a walk to the bank and back, I began to think I might last the day out. I had three reasons for making the trip to the bank: first, people die, and if the signer of a cheque dies before the cheque reaches his bank the bank wont pay it; second, I wanted air; and third, I had been told at the District Attorneys office to keep myself constantly available, and I wanted to uphold my constitutional freedom of movement. However, the issue wasnt raised, for when I returned Fritz told me that the only phone call had been from Lon Cohen of the Gazette .
Lon has done us various favours over the years, and besides, I like him, so I gave him a ring. What he wanted was an eye-witness story of the last hours of Faith Usher, and I told him Id think it over and let him know. His offer was five hundred bucks, which would have been not for Nero Wolfe but for me, since my presence at the party had been strictly personal, and of course he pressedjournalists always pressbut I stalled him. The bait was attractive, five Cs and my picture in the paper, but I would have to include the climax, and if I reported that exactly as it happened, letting the world know that I was the one obstacle to calling it suicide, I would have everybody on my neck from the District Attorney to the butler. I was regretfully deciding that I would have to pass when the phone rang, and I answered it and had Celia Granthams voice. She wanted to know if I was alone. I told her yes but I wouldnt be in six minutes, when Wolfe would descend from the plant rooms.
It wont take that long. Her voice was croaky, but not necessarily from drink. Like all the rest of them, including me, she had done a lot of talking in the past twelve hours. Not if youll answer a question. Will you?
Ask it.
Something you said last night when I wasnt therewhen I was phoning for a doctor. My mother says that you said you thought Faith Usher was murdered. Did you?
Yes.
Why did you say it? Thats the question.
Because I thought it.
Please dont be smart, Archie. Why did you think it?
Because I had to. I was forced to by circumstances. If you think Im dodging, I am. I would like to oblige a girl who dances as well as you do, but Im not going to answer your questionnot now. Im sorry, but nothing doing.
Do you still think she was murdered?
Yes.
But why ?
I dont hang up on people. I thought I might have to that time, but she finally gave up, just as Wolfes elevator jolted to a stop at the bottom. He entered, crossed to his chair behind his desk, got his bulk arranged in it to his satisfaction, glanced through the mail, looked at his calendar, and leaned back to read a three-page letter from an orchid-hunter in New Guinea. He was on the third page when the doorbell rang. I got up and stepped to the hall, saw, through the one-way glass panel of the front door, a burly frame and a round red face, and went and opened the door.
Good Lord, I said, dont you ever sleep?
Not much, he said, crossing the sill.
I got the collar of his coat as he shed it. This is an honour, since you must be calling on me. Why not invite me downCramer!
He had headed for the office. My calling him Cramer instead of Inspector was so unexpected that he stopped and about-faced. Why, I demanded, dont you ever learn? You know damn well he hates to have anyone march in on him, even you, or especially you, and you only make it harder. Isnt it me you want?
Yes, but I want him to hear it.
Thats obvious, or you would have sent for me instead of coming. If you will kindly