Cool off, hell. The client rubbed the chair arms with his palms, eyeing Wolfe. Then it wasnt you. All right. When I left here this morning I went to my office, and my secretary said the District Attorneys office had been trying to reach me, and I phoned and was told they wanted to see me immediately, and I went. I was taken in to Bowen, the District Attorney himself, and he asked if I wished to change my statement that I had never met Faith Usher before Tuesday evening, and I said no. Then he showed me a note that he said had come in the mail. It was typewritten. There wasnt any signature. It said, Have you found out yet that Edwin Laidlaw is the father of Faith Ushers baby? Ask him about his trip to Canada in August nineteen fifty-six . Bowen didnt let me take it. He held on to it. I sat and stared at it.
Wolfe grunted. It was worth a stare, even if it had been false. Did you collapse?
No! By God, I didnt! I dont think I decided what to do while I sat there staring at it; I think my subconscious mind had already decided what to do. Sitting there staring at it, I was too stunned to decide anything, so I must have already decided that the only thing to do was refuse to answer any questions about anything at all, and thats what I did. I said just one thing: that whoever sent that note had libelled me and I had a right to find out who it was, and to do that I would have to have the note, but of course they wouldnt give it to me. They wouldnt even give me a copy. They kept at me for two hours, and when I left I was followed.
You admitted nothing?
No.
Not even that you had taken a trip to Canada in August of nineteen fifty-six ?
No. I admitted nothing . I didnt answer a single question.
Satisfactory, Wolfe said. Highly satisfactory. This is indeed welcome, Mr Laidlaw. We have
Welcome! the client squawked. Welcome?
Certainly. We have at last goaded someone to action. I am gratified. If there was any small shadow of doubt that Miss Usher was murdered, this removes it. They
have all claimed to have had no knowledge of Miss Usher prior to that party; one of them lied, he has been driven to move. True, it is still possible that you yourself are the culprit, but I now think it extremely improbable. I prefer to take it that the murderer has felt compelled to create a diversion, and that is most gratifying. Now he is doomed.
But good God! They know aboutabout me!
They know no more than they knew before. They get a dozen accusatory unsigned letters every day, and have learned that the charges in most of them are groundless. As for your refusal to answer questions, a man of your standing might be expected to take that position until he got legal advice. Its a neat situation, very neat. They will of course make every effort to find confirmation of that note, but it is a reasonable assumption that no one can supply it except the person who sent the note, and if he dares to do so well have him. Well challenge him, but well have him. He glanced up at the wall clock. However, we shall not merely twiddle our thumbs and wait for that. I have thirty minutes. You told me Wednesday morning that no one on earth knew of your dalliance with Miss Usher; now we know you were wrong. We must review every moment you spent in her company when you might have been seen or heard. When I leave, at four oclock, Mr Goodwin will continue with you. Start with the day she first attracted your notice, when she waited on you at Cordonis. Was anyone you knew present?
When Wolfe undertakes that sort of thing, getting someone to recall every detail of a past experience, he is worse than a housewife bent on finding a speck of dust that the maid overlooked. Once I sat for eight straight hours, from nine in the evening until daylight came, while he took a chauffeur over every second of a drive, made six months before, to New Haven and back. This time he wasnt quite that fussy, but he did no skipping. When four oclock came, time for him to go up and play with the orchids, he had covered the episode at Cordonis, two dinners, one at the Woodbine in Westchester and one at Henkes on Long Island, and a lunch at Gaydos on Sixty-ninth Street.
I carried on for more than an hour, following Wolfes modus operandi more or less, but my pulse wasnt pounding from the thrill of it. It seemed to me that it could have been handled just as well by putting one question: Did you at any time, anywhere, when she was with you, including Canada, see or hear anyone who knew you? and then make sure there were no gaps in his memory. As for chances that they had been seen but he hadnt known it, there had been plenty. Aside from restaurants, he had had her in his car, in midtown, in daylight, seven times. The morning they left for Canada he had parked his car, with her in it, in front of his club, while he went in to leave a message for somebody.
But I carried on, and we were working on the third day in Canada , somewhere in Quebec , when the doorbell rang and I went to the hall for a look through the one-way glass and saw Inspector Cramer of Homicide.