Fine, Saul said. Nobody skips for nothing.
Find her, Wolfe ordered. Bring her. Use any inducement that seems likely to
The phone rang, and I swivelled and got it.
Nero Wolfes office, Arch
Goodwin?
Yes.
This is Laidlaw. Ive got to see Wolfe. Quick.
Hes here. Come ahead.
Im afraid to. I just left the District Attorneys office and got a taxi, and Im being followed. I was on my way to see Wolfe about what happened at the District Attorneys office but now I cant because they mustnt know Im running to Wolfe. What do I do?
Any one of a dozen things. Shaking a tail is a cinch, but of course you havent had any practice. Where are you?
In a booth in a drugstore on Seventh Avenue near Sixteenth Street .
Have you dismissed your taxi?
Yes. I thought that was better.
It was. How many men are in the taxi tailing you?
Two.
Then they mean it. Okay, so do we. First, have a Coke or something to give me time to get a carsay, six or seven minutes. Then take a taxi to Two-fourteen East Twenty-eighth Street . The Perlman Paper Company is there on the ground floor. I spelled Perlman.Got that?
Yes.
Go in and ask for Abe and say to him, Archie wants some more candy. What are you going to say to him?
Archie wants some more candy.
Right. Hell take you on through to Twenty-seventh Street , and when you emerge Ill be there in front, either at the curb or double-parked, in a grey Heron sedan. Dont hand Abe anything, he wouldnt like it. This is part of our personalized service.
What if Abe isnt there?
He will be, but if he isnt dont mention candy to anyone else. Find a booth and ring Mr Wolfe.
I hung up, scribbled Laidlaw on my pad, tore the sheet off, and got up and handed it to Wolfe. He wants to see you quick, I said, and needs transportation. Ill be back with him in half an hour or less.
He nodded, crumpled the sheet, and dropped it in his wastebasket; and I wished the trio luck on their mother hunt and went.
At the garage, at the corner of Tenth Avenue , I used the three minutes while Hank was bringing the car down to go to the phone in the office and ring the Perlman Paper Company, and got Abe. He said he had been wondering when I would want more candy and would be glad to fill the order.
The de-tailing operation went fine, without a hitch. Going crosstown on Thirty-fourth
Street, it was a temptation to swing down Park or Lexington to Twenty-eighth, so as to pass Number 214 and see if I recognized the two in the taxi, but since they might also recognize me I vetoed it and gave them plenty of room by continuing to Second Avenue before turning downtown, then west on Twenty-seventh. It was at the rear entrance on Twenty-seventh that the Perlman Paper Company did its loading and unloading, but no truck was there when I arrived, and I rolled to the curb at 2-49, just nineteen minutes since Laidlaw had phoned, and at 2.52 here he came trotting across the sidewalk. I opened the door and he piled in.
He looked upset. Relax, I told him as I fed gas. A tail is a trifle. They wont go in to ask about you for at least half an hour, if at all, and Abe will say he took you to the rear to show you some stock, and you left that way.
Its not the tail. I want to see Wolfe. His tone indicated that his plan was to get him down and tramp on him, so I left him to his mood. Crossing town, I considered whether there was enough of a chance that the brownstone was under surveillance to warrant taking him in the back way, trough the passage between buildings on Thirty-fourth Street , decided no, and went up Eighth Avenue to Thirty-fifth. As usual, there was no space open in front of the brownstone, so I went on to the garage and left the car, and walked back with him. When we entered the office I was at his heels. He didnt have the build to get Wolfes bulk down and trample on it without help, but after all, he was the only one of the bunch, as it stood then, who had had dealings with Faith Usher that might have produced a motive for murder, and if a man has once murdered you never know what hell do next.
He didnt move a finger. In fact, he didnt even move his tongue. He stood at the corner of Wolfes desk looking down at him, and after five seconds I realized that he was too mad, or too scared, or both, to speak, and I took his elbow and eased him to the red leather chair and into it.
Well, sir? Wolfe asked.
The client pushed his hair back, though he must have known by then that it was a waste of energy. I may be wrong, he croaked. I hope to God I am. Did you send a note to the District Attorney telling him that I am the father of Faith Ushers child?
No. Wolfes lips tightened. I did not.
Laidlaws head jerked to me. Did you?
No. Of course not.
Have you told anybody? Either of you?
Plainly, Wolfe said, you are distressed and so must be indulged. But nothing has happened to release either Mr Goodwin or me from our pledge of confidence. If and when it does you will first be notified. I suggest that you retire and cool off a little.