“Just to talk?
You are making no reservations?”
“No.
This is straight.
I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Very well.” I saw the creases in Wolfe’s cheeks unfolding. “I’ll try to restrain Mr. Goodwin.”
We hung up.
Wolfe pushed the button for Fritz.
I shut my notebook and tossed it to the back of the desk, and picked up the glass and took a sip of milk.
Then, glancing at the clock and seeing it was midnight, I decided I had better reinforce my endurance and went to the cabinet and poured myself a modicum of bourbon.
It felt favorable going down, so I took another modicum.
Fritz had brought Wolfe some beer, and it was already flowing to its destiny.
I said,
“Tell me where Mike Walsh is and I’ll go and wring his neck.
He must have gone to the first drug store and phoned headquarters.
We should have had Fred tail him.”
Wolfe shook his head.
“You always dive into the nearest pool, Archie.
Some day you’ll hit a rock and break your neck.”
“Yeah?
What now?
Wasn’t it Walsh that phoned him?”
“I have no idea.
I’m not ready to dive.
Possibly Mr. Cramer will furnish us a sounding.
Tell Saul to go to bed and come to my room for instructions at eight o’clock.”
I went to the front room and gave Saul the program, and bade him good night, and went back to my desk again.
There was a little white card lying there, fallen out of my notebook, where I had slipped it some hours before and forgotten about it.
I picked it up and looked at it.
Francis Horrocks.
I said,
“I wonder how chummy Clara Fox got with that acquaintance she made.
The young diplomat that sent her the roses.
It was him that got her in to see his boss.
Where do you suppose he fits in?”
“Fits in to what?”
So that was the way he felt.
I waved a hand comprehensively.
“Oh, life.
You know, the mystery of the universe.
The scheme of things.”
“I’m sure I don’t know.
Ask him.”
“Egad, I shall.
I just thought I’d ask you first.
Don’t be so damn snooty.
The fact is, I feel rotten.
That Harlan Scovil that got killed was a good guy.
You’d have liked him; he said no one could ever get to know a woman well enough to leave her around loose.
Though I suppose you’ve changed your mind, now that there’s a woman sleeping in your bed—”