“So you do. Now, with those fingerprints, you can handle this one. You said you want to know why he killed
lifer. So do I. I haven’t the slightest notion. I have told you everything I know about him. I have seen him only once, here last evening, and I asked him no questions pertaining to Elinor Denovo’s death. I asked him nothing about his attempts to see her in May. Now, of course, you will, because you need a motive, and it’s possible that you will uncover one that will have a bearing on my problem. If you do, and if you can share it with me without hazard to your case, I’ll try to erase from memory this morning’s outrageous performance. It won’t be easy -especially the sight of that creature at Mr. Goodwin’s desk, deranging his and my belongings, while you stood and applauded.”
“I did not applaud. Your usual exaggeration.”
“You permitted.”
“Oh, skip it. A cop gets habits like everybody else. He was looking for information, not evidence. Even if he had found Goodwin’s signed confession that he had killed Elinor Denovo it wouldn’t have been admissible evidence; ask the Supreme Court.” Cramer looked at his watch and then at me. “How long has he been gone?”
“Maybe fifteen minutes,” I told him. “When you get up don’t put your hand on the right chair arm. It has four Floyd Vance prints on it.”
“Thanks for telling me.” He put both palms on the right chair arm and twisted around as he got to his feet. He faced Wolfe. “I want to be there when he brings him in. I admit you sound good, but you nearly always do sound good. I’m buying nothing, at least not until I see this Floyd Vance. If it goes one way you may hear from me, and if it goes another way you will hear from me. Have I ever thanked you for anything?”
“No.”
“And I’m not thanking you now. Not yet.” He turned and went. I stayed put.
Wolfe opened his desk drawer to take another look, and I attacked the mess Stebbins had made. Vandalism. There was no danger that he had taken anything important because no classified items were ever left in an unlocked drawer, and after getting things in order and back where they belonged I decided that he had taken nothing, except possibly a few of my calling cards. That suggested
the question, if it’s illegal for a private detective to impersonate a cop why isn’t it illegal for a cop to impersonate a private detective'I would ask Wolfe. He had shut the drawer and was leaning back, looking thoughtful but not concentrated. When I turned to him he nodded and said, “Phalaenopsis Aphrodite sanderiana.”
I said, “If this is a quiz: rose, brown, purple, and yellow.”
“We’ll send some to that Dorothy Sebor, and I’ll go up and get them now. I intended to bring them down but those intruders came. Also I brought none for my desk.” He pushed his chair back.
“Instructions?”
“No. There is nothing you can do.”
“Saul is standing by. So are Fred and Orrie.”
“Release them. There is nothing. Our next step is obvious, but it must wait until Mr. Cramer learns his motive. // he learns his motive. He should, with a thousand trained men.”
After the sound came of the elevator starting up I sat and looked it over from every angle. It was nice to know the next step was obvious, but it would have been even nicer to know what it was.
I didn’t know then, and I still don’t, exactly how long it took the city employees to find out why Floyd Vance killed Elinor Denovo. I mean really wrap it up. All I know is that Cramer’s phone call didn’t come until 6:38 p.m. Thursday, just in time to make me late at the poker party again. And I still didn’t know what the obvious step was. One of the eighty-seven facts about Wolfe that I would change if I knew how is that he doesn’t believe in talking merely to satisfy anyone’s curiosity, even mine. I admit that in this case there might have been other factors -for instance, he might have wanted to see if I would dope it out for myself and make some suggestions. You probably have, but maybe you wouldn’t if you had been in my shoes, waiting for a development which depended entirely on other people, and you didn’t know what they were doing and not doing.
I did do one thing. When I learned from the noon news broadcast on Wednesday that Floyd Vance was being held without bail, and rang Lon Cohen to check it, I phoned Lily Rowan to say I wanted to see the client and was invited to lunch; and after we had finished the lobster salad and cantaloupe mousse and had gone out’ to the terrace, I told Amy that there was no more danger of her being a special target and if she went out for a walk her chances of getting back in one piece were as good as anybody else’s. Naturally she wanted to know what had happened, and Lily did too, and I think that was the first and only time that Lily suspected me of putting on an act in connection with my work. She remembered that she had a date, some kind of a committee
meeting, which I doubted, and left me there with Amy. I admit she thought she was being considerate, but it was no favor to me. I had been stalling Amy for two weeks and she wanted to know, and I couldn’t blame her. Usually you can tell a client something, but I had already told her that her mother’s name was Carlotta Vaughn, and there was absolutely nothing that I was ready to add. When I left I wasn’t at all sure that I was still the one man in the world she could trust.
Of course I read every word in the Wednesday and Thursday papers about the hit-and-run driver the police had nabbed after three months, but learned nothing about motive. I got the impression that the fingerprints which had identified him had been secured by extremely competent detective work by the Homicide Bureau, but there were no published details about it. There was no mention of Nero Wolfe or Archie Goodwin. There was a lot of new information, new to me, about Floyd Vance, and one item cleared up a point that I had wondered about. In 1944 he had been in his late twenties and single, and why hadn’t he been sent, either to Europe or to Asia, to help several million of his fellow citizens do some expert handling of the public image of the United States of America'According to Wednesday’s Gazette and News, and Thursday’s Times, he had been excused because he had some kind of a trick knee. Other items, though they cleared up nothing, told me more about him-for instance, that he had always been a tadpole in a big frog pond as a public-relations counselor. Evidently he had had very little effect on the dignity of man, either way.
When the phone rang at 6:38 p.m. Thursday, I was at my desk working on germination records and Wolfe was at his with a book he had just started on, an advance copy of The Future of Germany, by Karl Jaspers. I reached for the receiver.
“Nero Wolfe’s office, Archie-“
“I want Wolfe, Goodwin. Cramer.”
“Greetings.” Without bothering to cover the transmitter, I turned my head and said, “Cramer,” perhaps a little louder than usual, and Wolfe reached for his phone, perhaps a little faster than usual. I kept mine.
“Yes, Mr. Cramer?”
“About Floyd Vance. You read the papers.”
“Yes.”
“We’re going for first-degree and we expect it to stick. We’ve followed the new rules and we don’t even ask him if he’s thirsty unless his lawyer’s present. I’rh willing to give you some information we haven’t released if you give me your word that you’ll keep it in confidence.”
“That’s rather difficult. Information that I can’t use won’t help.”
“I doubt if you can use it. If you can use it without divulging it, okay.”
“Very well. You have my word.”
“For what you want, it’s negative. For at least a year and probably longer, we’re still digging at it, Elinor De-novo was knifing him. She must have been a slick article. We can’t find that she ever once actually mentioned his name, but last spring the only two clients he had that amounted to anything left him, and we have it in writing that they switched to a firm that was suggested and recommended by Elinor Denovo. Those are the two outstanding cases, but there are several others, and by the time it gets to trial we’ll have a good file on it. As it stands now his lawyer would like to cop a plea for second-degree, but we want to wrap it up for first and I think we will. Evidently she decided, I think about a year and a half ago, to make it impossible for him to operate and she was doing a damn good job of it. You worked on him. Didn’t you get any line on it?”
“No.”
“You wouldn’t withhold information.”
“Sarcasm isn’t your best blade, Mr. Cramer.”
“That’s why I never use it. And I doubt if you can use what I’m giving you. We’ve got a motive for Floyd Vance that’s plenty good enough and it will be even better before we’re through, but her motive for cooking him is your problem, not mine. It could be that she decided to even up for something that happened back in nineteen forty-. four, but I’m glad we don’t have to dig that deep. If you want to try, you’re welcome, but Goodwin can’t get him to come and spend another evening in that chair. He’s not available.”
“No. I was hoping for something useful, and apparently
I’ll have to accept defeat. But I am obliged to you. Sincerely obliged.”
“Thafs a line to hang up on,” Cramer said, and hung up.
Wolfe took a deep breath and a corner of his mouth went up a full quarter of an inch. He looked at me and said, “Satisfactory.”
“Satisfactory hell,” I said, “it’s perfect. Simply marvelous. Do I make out a check for Miss Denovo for twenty grand?”
“Not now. That may come later.” He looked at the clock. “Get Mr. Jarrett. I’ll talk.”
My brows went up. “Father or son?”
“Mr. Cyrus M. Jarrett.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I admit I’m fairly good at filling orders, but this time I need specifications. My batting record for getting Cyrus M. Jarrett to the phone is nothing for two. I think the person I get is named Oscar.”
“I’ll speak with Oscar.”
My brows were up again as I swiveled, got the phone, and dialed area code 914 and a number. Wolfe had his receiver to his ear, so all my part needed was a finger, but I stayed on. After four rings the remembered male voice said, “Mr. Jarrett’s residence.”
“My name is Nero Wolfe. I am calling from New York. I wish to speak to Mr. Jarrett. Tell him-don’t interrupt me. Tell him that I wish to speak with him about Floyd Vance. Repeat that name.”
“But Mr. Jarrett is eating-“
“I told you to repeat that name. Floyd Vance.”
“Floyd Vance.”
“Good. Mr. Jarrett will be able to hear you. He doesn’t eat with his ears. Tell him that I must speak with him now about Floyd Vance. You have my name?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll hold the wire, but don’t keep me waiting.”
I probably wasn’t breathing. It was a king-size gamble, and I was posting no odds. Too much depended on it. So the obvious step was drawing to what could be an inside straight. Not only was it possible that there was no close connection between Jarrett and Floyd Vance, and there was some other explanation for the checks Jarrett had
sent, it was even conceivable that he had never heard of Floyd Vance. It could be that the next thing we would hear would be Oscar, if it was Oscar, hanging up.
But it wasn’t. I didn’t time it because I was hanging on a cliff, but I think it was about three hours. I mean three minutes.
“You’re interrupting my dinner.”
I nodded at Wolfe. It was him.
“Mr. Jarrett?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Nero Wolfe. I don’t like to interrupt any man’s meal, but it’s urgent. I have a decision to make that can’t be delayed. I just now conversed with the police officer who is in charge of the investigation of the murder of Elinor Denovo, and I can tell you in confidence that Mr. Archie Goodwin, who has been to see you twice, and I are responsible for the arrest of Floyd Vance as the culprit. To justify a charge of first-degree murder the police wish to establish a motive, arid it is manifest that it would help them to have your name so they can ask you about the association of Floyd Vance and Elinor Denovo twenty-three years ago. That would inevitably lead to your appearance on the witness stand at the trial of Floyd Vance, and I am reluctant to take the responsibility for exposing a man of your standing to such an ordeal. Before disclosing your name I would like to discuss the situation with you, and I’ll expect you here, at my office, at eleven o’clock tomorrow morning.”
“Was my name mentioned in your talk with the police officer?”
“No.”
“I know nothing about the association of Floyd Vance and Elinor Denovo twenty-three years ago.”
“Pfui. I’ll call Mr. McCray at once and advise him to make sure that certain checks in the files of the Seaboard Bank and Trust Company are not disturbed. If the police want them they can get a court order.”
“Why should the police want them?”
“They customarily want everything that is, or may be, relevant to a murder investigation. I can ask Inspector Cramer’s opinion after I have explained their significance. Do you want me to do that?”
“No. If I had known the day Goodwin came& “He decided to let the if go. “I’ll expect you here in the morning.”
“I handle business only in my office. I am showing you more consideration than you deserve, sir. Will you be here tomorrow at eleven or not?”
“In the afternoon. Late afternoon.”
“No. At eleven or not at all.”
“At my age mornings are often difficult.”
“Start it earlier. Rise earlier. At eleven or don’t come.”
“Damn you. I’ll be there.”
The connection went. I pushed the phone back, turned, and said, “I suppose you didn’t lose an ounce. I lost ten pounds.”
He grunted. “I’m not as phlegmatic as you think I am. It was that or nothing.”
“Well, it’s that. He’s not only hooked, he’s boated. Have you decided what the tie is'Him and Vance?”
“No.”
“He’s Vance’s father.”
He nodded. “That would be the most serviceable, for our purpose. Is there a noticeable resemblance?”
“Noticeable, no.”
“That point isn’t vital, but it would help to know. We will. On another point I need your opinion. Should Miss Denovo be here?”
“That is a point. She has been on my mind the last two days. I want to make a speech.”
“Go ahead.”
“She’s a nice girl and a good client, and for a week I’ve been sorry we were going to have to tell her that Floyd Vance is her father. And since Tuesday morning I have been even sorrier. It’s a damn shame that she has to know not only that such a character as Vance is her father but also that he killed her mother. I have thought of three possible ways to handle it without telling her, but none of them is really neat. I invite suggestions.”
“I have none. I have an argument.”
“Go ahead.”
“I too have had reflections, if not identical with yours at least similar. It’s desirable for a client to be satisfied not only with our performance but also with its result
With Miss Denovo that’s impossible. Circumstances forbid it. So the question is, What will dissatisfy her least'There are very few questions about any woman that I would undertake to answer with confidence, but you don’t have that restraint and you know Miss Denovo. If she were offered the alternative, which would she choose'To know definitely that Floyd Vance, with all his grievous flaws, is her father'Or to remain all her life in the state of ignorance that brought her here three weeks ago with that money'Not how do you feel about her, but how would she feel?”
I didn’t need to take a full minute to look at it, but I did, for the sake of appearances. “She would rather know,” I said.
“Then she should be here tomorrow morning. In the alcove. Arrange it. Make certain that she will not intrude, no matter what she hears. You know her. Perhaps Saul should come to be with her. You will see him this evening?”
“I hope to. Depending on how long it takes to get her. She’s loose now.” I swung around to get the phone.
That was why I was late for poker. It was going on ten o’clock when I finally got Amy, at her apartment. Again I couldn’t tell her anything, except to be at the office at half past ten in the morning, but at least that indicated that something was stirring. I told Saul ten-thirty too. The shape New York is in, you had better allow half an hour even with a Saul Panzer if you want to be sure.