It forces us to measures no less ridiculous.
We shall have to investigate the movements of Mr. Muir since six o’clock this evening, to trust Mr. Cramer with at least a portion of our facts, to consider afresh the motivations and activities of Lord Clivers, to discover how a man can occupy two different spots of space at the same moment, and to make another long-distance call to Nebraska.
I believe there is no small firearm that will shoot fifteen hundred miles, but we seem to be confronted with a determination and ingenuity capable of almost anything, and before we are through with this we may need Mr. Lindquist badly.
Get that farm—the name is Donvaag?”
I nodded and got busy.
At that time of night, going on ten o’clock, the lines were mostly free, and I had a connection with Plainview, Nebraska, in less than ten minutes.
It was a peison-to-person call and a good clear connection; Ed Donvaag’s husky voice, from his farmhouse out on the western prairie, was in my ear as plain as Francis Horrocks’ had been from the Hotel Portland.
Wolfe took his line.
“Mr. Donvaag?
This is Nero Wolfe…. That’s it.
You remember I talked to you this afternoon and you were good enough to go after Mr. Lindquist for a conversation with me…. Yes, sir.
I have to ask another favor of you. Can you hear me well?
Good.
It will be necessary for you to go again to Mr. Lindquist tonight or the first thing tomorrow morning– Tell him there is reason to suspect that someone means him injury and may attempt it. … Yes.
We don’t know how.
Tell him to be circumspect—to be careful. Does he eat candy?
He might receive a box of poisoned candy in the mail.
Even, possibly, a bomb.
Anything.
He might receive a telegram saying his daughter has died—with results expected from the shock to him…. No, indeed.
His daughter is well and there is nothing to fear for her… Well, this is a peculiar situation; doubtless you will hear all about it later.
Tell him to be careful and to suspect anything at all unusual….You can go at once?
Good.
You are a good neighbor, sir.
Good night.”
Wolfe rang off and pushed the button for beer.
He sighed.
“That desperate fool has a good deal to answer for.
Another four dollars. Three?
Oh, the night rate. Bring another, Fritz. Archie, give Saul the necessary facts regarding Mr. Muir and send him out.
We want to know where he was from six to eight this evening.”
I went to the kitchen and did that.
Johnny Keems was helping Fritz with the dishes and Saul was in my breakfast comer with the remainder of the dish of ripe olives.
He didn’t write anything down; he never had to.
He pointed his long nose at me and absorbed the dope, nodded, took a twenty for expenses, gathered up the last of the olives into a handful, and departed.
I let him out.
Back in the office, I asked Wolfe if he wanted me to try for Cramer again.
He shook his head.
He was leaning back with his eyes closed, and the faint movement of his lips in and out informed me that he was in conference with himself.
I sat down and put my feet on my desk.
In a few minutes I got up again and went to the cabinet and poured myself a shot of bourbon, smelled it, and poured it back into the bottle.
It wasn’t whisky I wanted.
I went to the kitchen and asked Johnny some more questions about the layout up at? 5th Street, and drank a glass of milk.
It was ten o’clock when Hilda Lindquist arrived.
There was a man with her, but when I told him Saul wasn’t there he didn’t come in.
I told him Saul would fix it with him and he beat it.
Hilda’s square face and brown dress didn’t look any the worse for wear during the twenty-four hours since she had gone off, but her eyes were solemn and determined.
She said of course the thing was all off, since they had caught the Marquis of Clivers and he would be executed for murder, and her father would be disappointed because he was old and they would lose the farm, and would she be able to get her bag which she had left at the hotel, and she would like to start for home as soon as there was a train.
I told her to drive in and park a while, there was still some fireworks left in the bag, but by the way she turned her eyes on me I saw that she might develop into a real problem, so I put her in the front room and asked her to wait a minute.
I ran up to the south room and said to Clara Fox,