Silence. I was watching Wolfe’s face. His lips were pressed tight.
“Are you on, Mr. Wolfe?”
“Yes, I’m on. I rarely accept invitations to meals.”
“I know. This isn’t a meal, it’s a tribute.”
“Which it would be churlish to decline. Mr. Goodwin thinks I am churlish, but I don’t. I am merely self-indulgent. I offer a counter-suggestion. I too feel appreciation, for the efficient and effective co-operation I received. I suggest that instead of dining at some restaurant, which I suppose is intended, you people come to my house for dinner. Any evening next week except Thursday.”
“But that would be turning it wrong side up!”
“Not at all. I said I feel appreciation too.”
“Well… shall I ask Mr. Ide? And the others?”
“I wish you would.”
“All right. I’ll let you know.”
And she did. In less than an hour. It’s all set for next Wednesday evening. I’m looking forward to it. It will be a treat to see Fritz’s face when he sees Dol Bonner, seated at Wolfe’s right, aim her caramel-colored eyes at him under her long dark lashes.
As for the fifty-fifty split on the blame for our wiretap, that’s still under discussion off and on. And as for my being left off the program that day in the City of Albany, that needed no discussion. Since all the work had to be done by the 48 operatives in New York and there was nothing I could contribute, why deal me in? Especially since I could be useful as a diversion for Groom and the DA.
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