Fred Durkin frowned, concentrating. He had decided long ago that there was a clue in every word Wolfe uttered, and he wasnt going to miss one if he could help it. Orrie Gather smiled to show that he recognized a gag when he heard it, and finally appreciatedit. Saul Panzer said, Then the job is to invent one.
Wolfe nodded. It may come to that, Saul. Either that or abandon it. Usually, as you know, I merely give you specific assignments, but in this case you will have to be told the situation and the background. We are dealing with the death of a woman named Faith Usher who drank poisoned champagne at the home of Mrs Robert Robilotti. I suppose you have heard of it.
They all had.
Wolfe drank coffee. But you should know all that I know, except the identity of my client. Yesterday morning Archie got a phone call from a man he knows, by name Austin Byne, the nephew of Mrs Robilotti. He asked Archie
Seeing that I could be spared for a while, and thinking it was time for another try at Byne, I got up, circled around the trio, went to the kitchen, and dialled the number on the extension there. After five rings I was thinking I was going to draw a blank again, but then I had a voice saying hallo.
Byne? I asked. Dinky Byne?
Who is this?
Archie Goodwin.
Oh, hallo there. Ive been thinking you might call. To give me hell for getting you into a mess. I dont blame you. Go on and say it.
I could all right, but Ive got another idea. You said youd return the favour some day, and tomorrow is the day. I want to run up to Grantham House and have a talk with someone there, preferably the woman in charge, and theyre probably having too many visitors and wont let me in. So I thought you might say a word for meon the phone, or write a letter I can take, or maybe even go along. How about it?
Silence. Then: What makes you think a word from me would help?
Youre Mrs Robilottis nephew. And I heard somebody say, I forget who, that she has sent you there on errands.
Another silence. What are you after? What do you want to talk about?
Im just curious about something. Some questions the cops have asked me because I was there last night, the mess you got me into, have made me curious.
What questions?
Thats a long story. Also complicated. Just say Im nosy by nature, thats why Im in the detective business. Maybe Im trying to scare up a client. Anyway, Im not asking you to attend a death by poisoning, as you did me, though you didnt know it. I just want you to make a phone call.
I cant, Archie.
No? Why not?
Because Im not in a position to. It wouldnt be It might look as ifI mean I just cant do it.
Okay, forget it. Ill have to feed some other curiosityIve got plenty. For instance, my curiosity about why you asked me to fill in for you because you had such a cold you could hardly talk when you didnt have a coldat least not the kind you tried to fake, I havent told the cops about that, your faking the cold, so I guess Id better do that and ask them to ask you why. Im curious.
Youre crazy. I did have a cold. I wasnt faking.
Nuts. Take care of yourself. Ill be seeing you, or the cops will.
Silence, a short one. Dont hang up, Archie.
Why not? Make an offer.
I want to talk this over. I want to see you, but I dont want to leave here because Im expecting a phone call. Maybe you could come here?
Where is here?
My apartment. Eighty-seven Bowdoin Street , in the Village. Its two blocks south
I know where it is. Ill be there in twenty minutes. Take some aspirin.
When I had hung up, Fritz, who was at the sink, turned to say, As I thought, Archie. I knew there would be a client, since you were there.
I told him Id have to think that over to decide how to take it, and went to the office to tell the conference it would have to manage without me for a while.
Chapter 7
Theres no telling what 87 Bowdoin Street had been like a few years backor rather, there is, if you know the neighbourhoodbut someone had spent some dough on it, and it wasnt at all bad when you got inside. The tile floor was a nice dark green, the walls were a lighter green but the same tone, and the frame of the entrance for the do-it-yourself elevator was outlined with a plain wide strip of dull aluminium. Having been instructed over the intercom in the vestibule, I entered the elevator and pushed the button marked 5.
When I emerged on the fifth floor Byne was there to greet me and ushered me in. After taking my hat and coat he motioned me through a doorway, and I found myself in a room that I would have been perfectly willing to move to when the day came that Wolfe fired me or I quit, with perhaps a few minor changes. The rugs and chairs were the kind I like, and the lights were okay, and there was no fireplace. I hate fireplaces. When Byne had got me in a chair and asked if I would like a drink, and I had declined with thanks, he stood facing me. He was tall and lanky and loose-jointed, with not much covering for his face bones except skin.
That was a hell of a mess I got you into, he said. Im damn sorry.
Dont mention it, I told him. I admit I wondered a little why you picked me. If you want some free advice, free but good, next time you want to cook up a reason for skipping something, dont overdo it. If you make it a cold, not that kind of a cold, just a plain everyday virus.
He turned a chair around and sat. Apparently youve convinced yourself that was a fake.
Sure I have, but my convincing myself doesnt prove anything. The proof would have to be got, and of course it could be if it mattered enoughitems like people you saw or talked to Monday evening, or phoned to yesterday or they phoned you, and whoever keeps this place so nice and clean, if she was here yesterdaythings like that. That would be for the cops. If I needed any proof personally, I got it when as soon as I mentioned that the cold was a fake you had to see me right away. So why dont we just file that?
You said you havent told the cops.
Right. It was merely a conclusion I had formed.
Have you told anyone else? My aunt?
No. Certainly not her. I was doing you a favour, wasnt I?
Yes, and I appreciate it. You know that, Archie, I appreciate it.
Good. We all like to be appreciated. I would appreciate knowing what it is you want to talk over.
Well. He clasped his hands behind his head, showing how casual it was, just a pair of pals chatting free and easy. To tell the truth, Im in a mess too. Or I will be if youd like to see me squirm. Would you like to see me squirm?
I might if youre a good squirmer. How do I go about it?
All you have to do is spill it about my faking a cold. No matter who you spill it to it will get to my aunt, and there I am. He unclasped his hands and leaned forward. Heres how it was. Ive gone to those damn annual dinners on my uncles birthday the last three years and I was fed up, and when my aunt asked me again I tried to beg off, but she insisted, and there are reasons why I couldnt refuse. But Monday night I played poker all night, and yesterday morning I was fuzzy and couldnt face it. The question was who to tap. For that affair it cant be just anybody. The first two candidates I picked were out of town, and the next three all had dates. Then I thought of you. I knew you could handle yourself in any situation, and you had met my aunt. So I called you, and you were big-hearted enough to say yes.
He sat back. Thats how it was. Then this morning comes the news of what happened. I said I was sorry I got you into it, and I am, Im damned sorry, but frankly, Im damned glad I wasnt there. It certainly wasnt a pleasant experience, and Im just selfish enough to be glad I missed it. Youll understand that. Sure. Congratulations. I didnt enjoy it much myself. Ill bet you didnt. So thats what I wanted, to explain how it was so youd see it wouldnt help matters any for anyone to know about my faking a cold. It certainly wouldnt help me, because it would get to my aunt sooner or later, and you know how shed be about a thing like that. Shed be sore as hell.