But the dick had left the stoop and was propped against a fire plug down at the curb.
He jerked himself up to take a stare at Fred, and I was hoping he’d be dumb enough to suspect it was Clara Fox with pants on, but that was really too much to expect.
I barricaded again and returned to the office.
Saul had gone to the front room to curl up with a book.
Wolfe stayed put behind his desk.
I went to the kitchen and negotiated for a glass of milk, and then went back and got into my own swivel and started sipping.
When a couple of minutes passed without any sign from Wolfe, I said indifferently,
“That commotion in the hall a while ago was the Mayor and the Police Commissioner calling to give you the freedom of the city prison.
I cut their throats and put them in the garbage can.”
“One moment, Archie.
Be quiet.”
“Okay.
I’ll gargle my milk.
It’ll probably be my last chance for that innocent amusement before they toss us in the hoosegow.
I remember you told me once that there is no moment in any man’s life too empty to be dramatized.
You seem to think that’s an excuse for filling life up with—”
“Confound you.” Wolfe sighed, and I saw his eyelids flicker. “Very well.
Who was it in the hall?”
“Two city detectives, one a sergeant no less, with a warrant for the arrest of Clara Fox sworn to by Ramsey Muir.
They tried to take us by storm, and I repulsed them single-handed and single-footed.
Satisfactory?”
Wolfe shuddered.
“I grant there are times when there is no leisure for finesse.
Are they camping?”
“One’s out there on a fire plug.
The sergeant went to telephone.
They’re going to cover the back.
It’s a good thing Walsh and Hilda Lindquist got away.
I don’t suppose—”
The phone rang.
I circled on the swivel and put down my milk and took it.
“Hello, this is the office of Nero Wolfe.”
Someone asked me to wait.
Then someone else:
“Hello, Wolfe?
Inspector Cramer.”
I asked him to hold it and turned to Wolfe.
“Cramer.
Up at all hours of the night.”
As Wolfe reached for the phone on his desk he tipped me a nod, and I kept my receiver and reached for a pencil and notebook.
Cramer was snappy and crisp, also he was surprised and his feelings were hurt.
He had a sad tale.
It seemed that Sergeant Heath, one of the best men in his division, in pursuance of his duty to make a lawful arrest, had attempted to call at the office of Nero Wolfe for a consultation and had been denied admittance. In fact, he had been forcibly ejected.
What kind of cooperation was that?
Wolfe was surprised too, at this protest.
At the time that his assistant, Mr. Goodwin, had hurled the intruders into the street single-handed, he had not known they were city employees; and when that fact was disclosed, their actions bad already rendered their friendly intentions open to doubt.
Wolfe was sorry if there had been a misunderstanding.
Cramer grunted.
“Okay. There’s no use trying to be slick about it.
What’s it going to get you, playing for time?