Has Mr. Cramer found the red box?”
“No.
He says you've got it.”
“He does.
Is he closing the case on that theory?”
“No.
He's thinking of sending a man to Europe.
Maybe he and Saul could go together.”
“Saul will not go-at least, not at once.
I have given him another errand.
Shortly after you left Fred telephoned and I called them in.
The state police have Glennanne in charge.
Fred and Orrie I dismissed when they arrived.
As for Saul…I took a hint from you. You meant it as sarcasm, I adopted it as sound procedure.
Instead of searching the globe for the red box, consider, decide first where it is, then send for it.
I have sent Saul.” I looked at him. I said grimly,
“You're not kidding me. Who came and told you?”
“No one has been here.”
“Who telephoned?”
“No one.”
“I see.
It's just blah.
For a minute I thought you really knew-wait, who did you get a letter from, or a telegram or a cable or in short a communication?” “No one.”
“And you sent Saul for the red box?”
“I did.”
“When will he be back?”
“I couldn't say.
I would guess, tomorrow…possibly the day after…”
“Uh-huh. Okay, if it's only flummery. I might have known.
You get me every time.
We don't dare find the red box now anyway; if we did, Cramer would be sure we had it all the time and never speak to us again.
He's disgusted and suspicious.
They had Gebert down there, slapping him around and squealing and yelling at him.
If you're so sure violence is inferior technique, you should have seen that exhibition; it was wonderful.
They say it works sometimes, but even if it does, how could you depend on anything you got that way?
Not to mention that after you had done it a few times any decent garbage can would be ashamed to have you found in it.
But Cramer did give me one little slice of bacon, the Lord knows why: in the past five years Mrs. Edwin Frost has paid Perren Gebert sixty grand.
One thousand smackers per month.
He won't tell them what for.
I don't know if they've asked her or not.
Does that fit in with the phenomena you've been having a feeling for?”
Wolfe nodded.
“Satisfactorily.
Of course I had not known what the amount was.”
“Oh. You hadn't.
Are you telling me that you knew she is paying him?”
“Not at all.
I merely surmised it.
Naturally she is paying him; the man has to live or at least he thinks so. Was he bludgeoned into confessing it?”
“No.