I’m Foltz, Homicide Squad.”
“Good evening, sir.
Be seated.”
The dick put his hat on the desk and sat down, and reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.
“There was a man shot down the street an hour or so ago.
Shot plenty, five bullets in him.
Killed. This piece of paper was in his pocket, with your name and address on it.
Along with other names. Do you know anything about him?”
Wolfe shook his head.
“Except that he’s dead.
Not, that is, at this moment.
If I knew his name, perhaps …”
“Yeah.
His name was on a hunting license, also in his pocket.
State of Wyoming. Harlan Scovil.” “Indeed.
It is possible Mr. Goodwin can help you out.
Archie’?” I was thinking to myself, hell, he didn’t come for her after all.
But I was just as well pleased she wasn’t in the room.
Chapter 5
Slim Foltz was looking at me.
I said,
“Harlan Scovil?
Sure.
He was here this afternoon.”
Foltz got in his pocket again and fished out a little black memo book and a pencil stub.
“What time?”
“He got here around four-thirty, a little before maybe, and left at fivetwenty-six.”
“What did he want?”
“He wanted to see Nero Wolfe.”
“What about?”
I shook my head regretfully.
“There you’ve got me, mister.
I told him he’d have to wait until six o’clock, so he was waiting.”
“He must have said something.”
“Certainly he said something.
He said he wanted to see Nero Wolfe.”
“What else did he say?”
“He said there seemed to be very little spittin’ done east of the Mississippi River, and he wanted to know if there were any honest men this side of the mountains.
He didn’t say specifically what he wanted to see Mr. Wolfe about We’d never seen him or heard of him before.
Oh yes, he said he just got to New York this morning, from Wyoming.
By the way, just because that license was in his pocket—was he over six feet, around sixty, blue serge suit with sleeves too short and the lapel torn a little on the right side, with a leathery red face and a cowboy hat.”
That’s him,” the dick grunted. “What did he come to New York for?”
“To see Nero Wolfe, I guess.” I grinned. “That’s the kind of a rep we’ve got If you mean, did he give any hint as to who might want to bump him off, he didn’t.”
“Did he see Wolfe?”
“No.
I told you, he left at five-twenty-six, Mr. Wolfe never comes down until six o’clock.”
“Why didn’t he wait?”
“Because he got a phone call.”
“He got a phone call here?”
“Right here in this room.