I cabled a connection I had made in London, and learned that the marquis owned big estates and factories and mines and a yacht.
I had been communicating with Hilda Lindquist and Harlan Scovil for some time, and I wired them to come on and sent them money for the trip.
Mr. Scovil wouldn’t take the money.
He wrote me that he had never – taken any woman-money and wasn’t going to start.” She smiled at Wolfe and me too. “I guess he was afraid of adventuresses.
He said he would sell some calves.
Saturday morning I got a telegram that he would get here Monday, so I telephoned your office for an appointment.
When I saw him this noon I showed him two pictures of the Marquis of Clivers, and be said it was George Rowley.
I had a hard time to keep him from going to the hotel after the marquis right then.”
Wolfe wiggled a finger at her,
“But what made you think you needed me?
I detect no lack of confidence in your operations to date.”
“Oh, I always thought we’d have to have a lawyer at the windup.
I had read about you and admired you.”
“I’m not a lawyer.”
“I shouldn’t think that would matter.
I only know three lawyers, and if you saw them you would know why I chose you.”
“You sound like a fool again.” Wolfe sighed. “Do you wish me to believe that I was selected for my looks?”
“No, indeed.
That would be … anyhow, I selected you.
When I told you what your fee might be, I wasn’t exaggerating.
Let’s say his estates and mines and so on are worth fifty million—”
“Pounds?”
“Dollars.
That’s conservative.
He agreed to pay half of it.
Twenty-five million.
But there are two of the men I can’t find.
I haven’t found a trace of Rubber Coleman, the leader, or the man called Turtle-back.
I have tried hard to find Rubber Coleman, because be had the papers, but I couldn’t.
On the twenty-five million take off their share, one-third, and that leaves roughly sixteen million.
Make allowances for all kinds of things, anything you could think of—take off, say, just for good measure, fifteen million.
That leaves a million dollars.
That’s what I asked him for a week ago.”
“You asked who for?
Lord Clivers?”
“Yes.”
“You said you were unable to see him.”
“That was before he went to Washington.
When he came back I tried again.
I had made an acquaintance … he has some assistants with him on his mission—diplomats and so on—and I had got acquainted with one two weeks ago, and through him I got to the marquis, thinking I might manage it without any help.
He was very unpleasant.
When he found out what I was getting at, he ordered me out.
He claimed he didn’t know what I was talking about, and when I wanted to show him the letter my father had written in 1918, he wouldn’t look at it.
He told the young man whom he called to take me away that I was an adventuress.” She wasn’t through.
But the doorbell rang, and I went to answer it.
I thought it just possible that a pair might rush me, and there was no advantage in a roughhouse, so I left the bolt and chain on until I saw it was Saul Panzer.
Then I opened up and let him in, and shut the door and slid the bolt again.
Saul is about the smallest practicing dick, public or private, that I’ve ever seen, and he has the biggest scope.
He can’t push over buildings because he simply hasn’t got the size, but there’s no other kind of a job he wouldn’t earn his money on.
It’s hard to tell what he looks like, because you can’t see his face for his nose.