No.
Let me know if you find out, I said. I'm going to grab a taxi here. Be seeing you.
You're coming over later tonight, aren't you?
If I can make it. Maybe I'll see you then.
Yes, he said, and thanks awfully.
At the first drug store I stopped to telephone Guild, not expecting to catch him in his office, but hoping to learn how to reach him at his home. He was still there, though.
Working late, I said.
His That's what sounded very cheerful.
I read Georgia's letter to him, gave him her address.
Good pickings, he said.
I told him Jorgensen had not been home since the day before.
Think we'll find him in Boston? he asked.
Either there, I guessed, or as far south as he could manage to get by this time.
We'll try 'em both, he said, still cheerful. Now I got a bit of news for you. Our friend Nunheim was filled full of .32s just about an hour after he copped the sneak on usdeader'n hell. The pills look like they come from the same gun that cut down the Wolf dame. The experts are matching 'em up now. I guess he wishes he'd stayed and talked to us.
20
Nora was eating a piece of cold duck with one hand and working on a jig-saw puzzle with the other when I got home.
I thought you'd gone to live with her, she said. You used to be a detective: find me a brownish piece shaped something like a snail with a long neck.
Piece of duck or puzzle? Don't let's go to the Edges' tonight: they're dull folk.
All right, but they'll be sore.
We wouldn't be that lucky, I complained. They'd get sore at the Q uinns and
Harrison called you up. He told me to tell you now's the time to buy some McIntyre PorcupineI think that's rightto go with your Dome stock. He said it closed at twenty and a quarter. She put a finger on her puzzle. The piece I want goes in there.
I found the piece she wanted and told her, almost word for word, what had been done and said at Mimi's.
I don't believe it, she said. You made it up. There aren't any people like that. What's the matter with them? Are they the first of a new race of monsters?
I just tell you what happens; I don't explain it.
How would you explain it? There doesn't seem to be a single one in the familynow that Mimi's turned against her Chriswho has even the slightest reasonably friendly feeling for any of the others, and yet there's something very alike in all of them.
Maybe that explains it, I suggested.
I'd like to see Aunt Alice, she said. Are you going to turn that letter over to the police?
I've already phoned Guild, I replied, and told her about Nunheim.
What does that mean? she asked.
For one thing, if Jorgensen's out of town, as I think he is, and the bullets are from the same gun that was used on Julia Wolf, and they probably are, then the police'll have to find his accomplice if they want to hang anything on him.
I'm sure if you were a good detective you'd be able to make it much clearer to me than it is. She went to work on her puzzle again. Are you going back to see Mimi?
I doubt it. How about letting that dido rest while we get some dinner?
The telephone rang and I said I would get it. It was Dorothy Wynant. Hello. Nick?
The same. How are you, Dorothy?
Gil just got here and asked me about that you-know, and I wanted to tell you I did take it, but I only took it to try to keep him from becoming a dope-fiend.
What'd you do with it? I asked.
He made me give it back to him and he doesn't believe me, but, honestly, that's the only reason I took it.
I believe you.
Will you tell Gil, then? If you believe me, he will, because he thinks you know all about things like that.
I'll tell him as soon as I see him, I promised.
There was a pause, then she asked: How's Nora?
Looks all right to me. Want to talk to her?
Well, yes, but there's something I want to ask you. Diddid Mamma say anything about me when you were over there today?
Not that I remember. Why?
And did Gil?
Only about the morphine.
Are you sure?
Pretty sure, I said. Why?
It's nothing, reallyif you're sure. It's just silly.
Right. I'll call Nora. I went into the living-room. Dorothy wants to talk to you. Don't ask her to eat with us.
When Nora returned from the telephone she had a look in her eye.
Now what's up? I asked.
Nothing. Just 'How are you' and all that.
I said: If you're lying to the old man, God'll punish you.
We went over to a Japanese place on Fifty-eighth Street for dinner and then I let Nora talk me into going to the Edges' after all.
Halsey Edge was a tall scrawny man of fifty-something with a pinched yellow face and no hair at all. He called himself a ghoul by profession and inclinationhis only joke, if that is what it wasby which he meant he was an archaeologist, and he was very proud of his collection of battleaxes. He was not so bad once you had resigned yourself to the fact that you were in for occasional cataloguings of his armorystone axes, copper axes, bronze axes, double-bladed axes, faceted axes, polygonal axes, scalloped axes, hammer axes, adze axes, Mesopotamian axes, Hungarian axes, Nordic axes, and all of them looking pretty moth-eaten. It was his wife we objected to. Her name was Leda, but he called her Tip. She was very small and her hair, eyes, and skin, though naturally of different shades, were all muddy. She seldom satshe perched on thingsand liked to cock her head a little to one side. Nora had a theory that once when Edge opened an antique grave, Tip ran out of it, and Margot Innes always spoke of her as the gnome, pronouncing all the letters. She once told me that she did not think any literature of twenty years ago would live, because it had no psychiatry in it. They lived in a pleasant old three-story house on the edge of Greenwich Village and their liquor was excellent.
A dozen or more people were there when we arrived. Tip introduced us to the ones we did not know and then backed me into a corner. Why didn't you tell me that those people I met at your place Christmas were mixed up in a murder mystery? she asked, tilting her head to the left until her ear was practically resting on her shoulder.
I don't know that they are. Besides, what's one murder mystery nowadays?
She tilted her head to the right. You didn't even tell me you had taken the case.
I had done what? Oh, I see what you mean. Well, I hadn't and haven't. My getting shot ought to prove I was an innocent bystander.
Does it hurt much?
It itches. I forgot to have the dressing changed this afternoon.
Wasn't Nora utterly terrified?
So was I and so was the guy that shot me. There's Halsey. I haven't spoken to him yet.
As I slid around her to escape she said: Harrison promised to bring the daughter tonight.
I talked to Edge for a few minuteschiefly about a place in Pennsylvania he was buyingthen found myself a drink and listened to Larry Crowley and Phil Thames swap dirty stories until some woman came over and asked Philhe taught at Columbiaone of the questions about technocracy that people were asking that week. Larry and I moved away.
We went over to where Nora was sitting. Watch yourself, she told me. The gnome's hell-bent on getting the inside story of Julia Wolf's murder out of you.
Let her get it out of Dorothy, I said. She's coming with Quinn.
I know.
Larry said: He's nuts over that girl, isn't he? He told me he was going to divorce Alice and marry her.
Nora said, Poor Alice, sympathetically. She did not like Alice.
Larry said: That's according to how you look at it. He liked Alice. I saw that fellow who's married to the girl's mother yesterday. You know, the tall fellow I met at your house.