"Yes, I understand that."
"Perhaps. Another section of the Act defines an agent of a foreign principal to mean any individual, partnership, association or corporation who acts or engages as agent or representative for a foreign principal, and a foreign principal is defined to mean the government of a foreign country, a person domiciled abroad, or any foreign business, partnership, association, corporation, or political organization."
"Say it again."
He repeated it.
Wolfe shook his head. "I don't know I don't think I need to register under the Act I am agent for a young woman named Neya Tormic. She is foreign. But she is not a business, partnership, association, corporation, or political organization, nor is she at present domiciled abroad."
"Where is she?"
"Right there."
The G-man looked at Neya; in fact, he studied her. Then he switched to Wolfe and studied him. Finally he slowly shook his head. "I don't know either," he declared. "It's a situation I haven't met I'll have to get an opinion from the Attorney-General I'll let you know "
He bowed with perfect aplomb, turned, and departed.
I tittered.
Cramer threw up both hands, pawed the air, and headed for the door. Half-way across he turned to announce, "I heard every word of that and I don't believe it. If I had on a phonograph record and played it all day I still wouldn't believe it. And in spite of that, I believe in law enforcement. Come on, Stebbins. Bring that glove and that thing. Miss, there'll be a man at your apartment at 8.30 in the morning to bring you to my office. You'll be there?"
She said she would, and he went out with the sergeant at his heels.
Wolfe poured beer and drank I covered a yawn.
Neya Tormic asked, with her forehead wrinkled, "Was it silly of me to admit it like that? I thought-it seemed to be the only thing I could do."
Wolfe wiped his lips, leaned back, and looked at her. "Anyhow, it was one thing to do, and you did it. Was it the truth?"
"Yes."
"Is Faber's story, which you have confirmed, and which gives you both an alibi, also true?"
"Yes."
"You realize, I suppose, that without that alibi you would probably now be under arrest, charged with murder?"
"Yes."
"Did you know that Ludlow was an agent of the British Government?"
"Yes."
"And that Faber is an agent of the German Government?"
"Yes."
"Are you a government agent, or is Miss Lovchen?"
"No."
"Do you know who killed Ludlow?"
"No."
"Have you any idea?"
"No."
His eyes darted aside. "Did you kill Ludlow, Miss Lovchen?"
"No, sir."
"Have you any idea who did?"
"No, sir."
Wolfe sighed. "Now. Take those others. Mr and Mrs Miltan, Driscoll, Gill, Barrett, Miss Reade, Madame Zorka. Do you know whether they were involved with Ludlow, either politically or personally?"
Neya's eyes shifted to Carla and then returned to Wolfe. She opened her mouth, closed it, and then spoke. "I don't know how much involved. They all knew each other. We haven't been there very long ourselves."
"Did you first meet Ludlow and Faber at Miltan's?"
"Yes."
"How did you learn they were government agents?"
"Why. they told me."
"Indeed. Just told you to make conversation?"
"They. well, they told me." She smiled at him. "Under certain conditions-I mean, a man is apt to tell a girl things if the conditions are such that he feels like it."
"Were you intimate with Mr Ludlow? Are you intimate with Mr Faber?"
"Oh, no." Her nose seemed to go up. "Not intimate."
"Yet they told you-never mind. You say you are not a government agent. Are you a political agent? Did you come to this country on a political mission?"
"No."
"Did you, Miss Lovchen?"
"No, sir."
"You're both lying."
They stared at him. Neya's chin went up. Carla's eyes narrowed, which left them still wide enough for ordinary purposes.
Wolfe snapped, "As an intriguante, Miss Lovchen, you are incredibly maladroit. Twice since you entered this room you have glanced at the place on the bookshelves where my copy of United Yugoslavia stands. I know you put that paper there. I've removed it and put it somewhere else."
Neya merely continued to stare, but Carla jumped up, with her face white, and started to sputter at him, "But I-I only meant-"
"I know." He showed her a palm. "You only meant to leave it there a while for safe keeping. It's even safer where I put it. The reason I mention it-"
"Where is it?" Neya Tormic's eyes were two йpйes going through him and her tone was a dagger whizzing at him. She was up and at the edge of his desk in one swift movement that reminded me of the lunge Miltan had made with his championship sticker to show me how it was done. She threw the dagger again at short range: "Where is it?"
She turned, because Carla was up too and had grabbed her arm. She shook herself loose, but Carla seized her elbow again and told her sharply, "Neya-Neya! Sit down! Neya-you know-"
Neya spouted a torrent at her that I would have had no symbols for if I had been at my notebook. Carla returned it, but not in a torrent; she was cool and controlled.
Wolfe said, "I understand Serbo-Croat."
They both said, "Oh!"
He nodded. "I used to knock around. I did some work for the Austrian Government when I was too young to know better. And I was in your country in 1921, and adopted a daughter-"
"I want that paper."
"I know you do, Miss Lovchen. But I won't even discuss it, let alone return it to you, unless you children sit down and behave yourselves. None of this jumping up and cater-wauling; I don't like it; besides, it won't do you any good. Sit down!"
They sat.
"That's better. I mentioned that paper only to show you how I knew you were lying when you said you aren't in this country on a political mission-and by the way, I suppose you lied to the police too? Of course you did. Now that the paper's been mentioned-where did you get it, Miss Lovchen?"
"I. " She fingered her skirt. "I got it "
"Where and how? Is it yours?"
"I stole it "
Neya snapped. "You did not! I stole it myself!"
Wolfe shrugged. "Split the honours. Who did you steal it from?"
"From the person who had it "
"From the Princess Vladanka Donevitch?"
"I won't tell you "
"Good. That's better than trying to lie. Is the princess in New York now?"
"I won't tell you anything about that paper "
"You are in danger. You are actually in peril of your life. Faber's unsupported alibi is the only thing between you and an indictment for murder. Do you want my assistance in the removal of that danger?"
"Yes " It looked for an instant as if she were going to smile at him, but she didn't. "Yes," she repeated, "I do "
"Are you prepared to pay me-my usual fee? Several thousand dollars, for instance?"
"My God, no " She glanced at Carla and back at him. "But. I might "
"But when you sent Miss Lovchen here in the first place, you expected me to help you because you are my adopted daughter, didn't you?"
She nodded. "I thought you might feel-"
"I carry this fat to insulate my feelings. They got too strong for me once or twice and I had that idea. If I had stayed lean and kept moving around I would have been dead long ago. You are aware that I have no proof that you are my daughter. You sent Miss Lovchen here with that record of adoption bearing my signature. Another paper Did you steal that too?"
Carla ejaculated something indignant. Neya was on her feet, with her eyes flashing. "If you think I did that, there's no use-"
"I don't think you did that I just don't know I asked you to stop jumping up. Please sit down, Miss Tormic. Thank you I used to be idiotically romantic. I still am, but I've got it in hand. I thought it romantic, when I was a boy, twenty-five years ago, to be a secret agent of the Austrian Government. My progress towards maturity got interrupted by the World War and my experience with it War doesn't mature men; it merely pickles them in the brine of disgust and dread. Pfui! After the war I was still lean and I moved around. In Montenegro I assumed responsibility for the sustenance and mental and physical thrift of a three-year-old orphan girl by adopting her I did something else there, too, which advanced my maturity, but that has nothing to do with you I saw that girl's ribs. The something else I did finished Montenegro for me, and I left the girl, I thought, in good hands, and returned to America "