I had interrupted a conference. They stopped it to look at me. Andy Dunn and Celia Fleet were side by side on a sofa, holding hands, and seated next to them was May Hawthorne, in a faded old blue house gown, with her hair making for her right eye. I'd hate to say what she looked like. Standing in front of them was Glenn Prescott, spruce and cool-looking in a white linen suit with a yellow flower in his buttonhole that was no dianthus superbus, but beyond that I wouldn't say. On a chair at his right was Daisy Hawthorne, in the same gray outfit, including veil, she had worn for her nowFR1;WHERE THERE'S A WILL 139 you-see-me-now-you-don't in the living room that morning. I bowed gracefully. "Excuse me, Mrs. Hawthorne. Mr. Wolfe asks if you will kindly come to the library." Prescott frowned. "I would like to have a talk with Mr. Wolfe myself. Mr. Dunn tells me he has engaged him--" "Yes, sir. I'll tell him you're here. Right now he wants to see Mrs. Hawthorne --If you please?" She got up and moved. "Very well," Prescott conceded. "I'll be here or below in the music room with Mr. Dunn." I opened the door for Daisy to precede me, and followed her downstairs and let her into the library. Wolfe, greeting her, made his customary excuse for failing to arise as she crossed to the chair Cramer had vacated. She said, in her high-pitched voice with a distortion too faint to be called an impediment of speech: "I don't know what you expect to learn from me. Do you think I can tell you anything?" "No, Mrs. Hawthorne, I don't," Wolfe told her politely. "I doubt if anyone here is going to tell me anything. I'm just shuffling around in the dark with my hand in front of my face. If you will tell me briefly--" He frowned, turning. "Come in!" 140 WHERE THERE'S A WILL It was the butler. "A man to see you, sir. Durkin." "Please send him up at once." I expected this to be diverting enough to take my mind off the veil, for more than three hours had passed since I had phoned Fred to come to 67th Street at once. But as it turned out, the diversion came from another quarter. Fred started talking loud and fast as he came through the door: "The reason I'm late, Mr. Wolfe, after Archie phoned I thought I'd just lie there a minute and get things straight in my mind, and after the night I've had I wouldn't have been much good anyway, and now I'm--" "You went to sleep again," said Wolfe ominously.
"Yes, sir, and the missus should of woke me but she didn't. Anyhow, now my head's on my shoulders and I'm strung like a lyre. As I just told Orrie, I can do more--" "You told who?" "Orrie Gather. I told him I can--" "Where did you see Orrie?" "Down at the corner just now. I--" "What corner?" "Out front. Across the street. I told him--" "Be. quiet." Wolfe looked at me and snapped, ^Go and find out." FR1;? WHERE THERE^S A WILL 141 I hopped for the hall, trotted downstairs and on out to the street, crossed to the other side, and turned left. He was there at the exit of an areaway. As I passed I gave him a sign, and then went on and turned the corner. I waited, and he joined me. "What do you mean," I demanded, "chinning with Fred when you're solo?" "Chin yourself," he retorted. "I wasn't chinning, he was. I chased him." "And what are you doing here? Got a date with a governess?" "No, Colonel, I'm working. You baboon, what do you think I'm doing? She's in there." "Where?" "The house you came out of." "I'll be damned. How long ago?" "We arrived at 2:28. Twenty-seven minutes ago." "I am damned. Okay, sit on it." I trotted back the way I had come, pushed the button and was admitted by the butler. I stopped in the entrance hall to consider things, and he stood and looked at me until I waved him away. The point was that knowing Wolfe as I did, I was aware that if I went up to him and reported that Naomi Karn was somewhere in the house, he would immediately ask, "Where?" So I called the butler 142 WHERE THERE'S A WILL back and inquired, "Could you tell me where Miss Karn is? The lady who arrived about half an hour ago." "Yes, sir. She is in the living room with Mrs. Hawthorne." It sounded goofy to me. I decided that eyesight was better than hearsay, made for the wide doorway to the living room, and went on through; and saw at a glance that sight was as goofy as sound. On one of the chairs toward the far end was Naomi Karn, in the same blue linen thing she had worn to White's the day before, and on another one, directly facing her, was Daisy Hawthorne. They both looked at me, at least Naomi did, and the veil turned my way. I said, "Excuse me," and beat it for the hall and the stairs. There would be nothing to tell Wolfe, since of course it was in his presence that Daisy had been informed of the caller who had arrived. But, opening the library door and entering, I saw that was wrong. There certainly was something to tell him. He was talking to Fred, who stood twisting his hat and looking uncomfortable, and Daisy Hawthorne was sitting there in her chair. CHAPTER TEN evidently I lost my aplomb. I may even have stared with my jaw hanging open. Anyhow, I came to when Wolfe fired at me: "What's the matter with you? Palsy?" Fred Durkin says I tittered. I did not. I merely said in a composed tone, "Mr. Brenner would like to speak to you a moment privately. In the hall." He glared at me suspiciously, then lifted his bulk with a grunt, crossed, and passed through the door which I opened. I pulled the door shut. "Well?" he demanded. ^ -^ . " / ( I said in an undertone, "We're being stalked. Engage in earnest whispered conversation, mumble umble diddie riggie . .." The footsteps I had heard became Mr. John Charles Dunn and his wife June. Coming up the stairs, they reached our level, and, turning for the corridor, saw us. Dunn called: "Have you seen Prescott, Mr. Wolfe? He's here and wants to talk with you.'* Wolfe replied that he hadn't seen the lawyer but would do so presently. Dunn nodded and, his wife beside him, dragged his feet along the corridor to the next flight of stairs. As soon as they were out of sight I switched to English again: 143 FR1;144 WHERE THERE'S A WILL "Naomi Karn is down in the living room, but that's not what gave me palsy. Daisy Hawthorne is there with her, talking to her." He growled, "What the devil did you drag me out here for? If you think this is a time for childish flummery--" "No, sir, I don't. Far from it. I'm telling you, the veiled widow is there in the library. She is also downstairs chatting with Naomi Karn. I just this second saw her. Someone's playing a funny joke. But who's the joke on, us up here, or Naomi down there?" "Do you mean to tell me someone is masquerading--"