and hook, I thought it worth trying. It’s barely possible that someone, satisfied and apparently secure because the police have settled on Dunbar Whipple, will be disquieted by the news that I am taking a hand and will do something. Remote, certainly.”
“It certainly is. How conceited can you get'Understand this, Wolfe: you’re under my direction. I’m glad to have this report; that’s fine. But anything you do must first have my approval. Understand?”
Wolfe shook his head. “I don’t work that way, but let it pass for the moment. For what I intend to do first I need not only your approval but your assistance. Tomorrow evening at nine o’clock I would like to see, here, the entire staff of the office of the Rights of Citizens Committee. Including Mr. Henchy, the executive director.”
Oster smiled, a broad smile. “Listen, Wolfe. You began by trying to get a rise out of me, and you got it. Once is enough. Go soak your head.”
“Not now. I’m using it. If you don’t approve and won’t help, I’ll get those people here myself. I must see them.”
“If you try that, you’re through.” Oster stood up. “In fact, you’re through now. You’re out.” He turned to Whipple. “Come on, Paul. He’s impossible. Come on.”
“No,” Whipple said.
“What do you mean, no'You heard him! He’s impossible!”
“But he& ” Whipple let it hang. “I think you should consider it, Harold. Isn’t it reasonable, his wanting to see them and ask them questions'It isn’t-“
“I have seen them and asked them questions! I know them! Come on! If we need a detective, there are others!”
“Not like him,” Whipple said. “No, Harold. You’re being hasty. If you don’t want to ask them to come, all right, I will. I’m sure Tom Henchy will see that it’s reasonable. He’s a-“
“You do that, Paul, and you’ll get another lawyer, you and Dunbar. I’m warning you. I’m telling you.”
“You’re being hasty, Harold.”
“I’m telling you!”
“You certainly are.” Whipple’s head was tilted back. I had his profile, and for the first time I saw in him the cocky college boy at Kanawha Spa years and years back. “I know you’re a good lawyer, Harold, but I don’t know if you’re good enough to get Dunbar out of this trouble. I’m being frank, and I doubt it. If anybody can, Nero Wolfe can. If it has to be you or Nero Wolfe, I’ll see Dunbar in the morning and tell him what I think, and he’ll agree. I’m sure he will.” His eyes went to Wolfe. “Mr. Wolfe, it’s not only the impression you made on me long ago when I was a raw kid. I’ve followed your career. As far as I’m concerned, you’re in charge.” Back to Oster: “Don’t go, Harold. Sit down.”
Oster was chewing his lip. “It’s ridiculous,” he said. “I’m an attorney-at-law, a respected member of the bar. He’s a-a gurnshoe.”
“Mr. Oster,” Wolfe said.
“What?”
“I suggest that Mr. Whipple’s extravagance should be ignored. Let’s put it that the legal defense of Dunbar Whipple is in your hands, and the search for evidence to support that defense is in my hands. I knew we would clash, and we have. There are no casualties. Oblige me by sitting down. Naturally I expected, and expect, you to be present at the conference tomorrow evening. If you wish to object to anything I say or do, you have a tongue. You have indeed. I don’t wonder that you tried to drum me out; I’m difficult, though not really impossible. If you wish to debate it with Mr. Whipple, you can do so later.” He looked at the clock. “No doubt you have information for me, and suggestions, and in less than half an hour it will be dinnertime. If you and Mr. Whipple will dine with us, we’ll have the evening for it. Wild duck with Vatel sauce-wine vinegar, egg yolk, tomato paste, butter, cream, salt and pepper, shallots, tarragon, chervil, and peppercorns. Is any of those distasteful to you?”
Oster said no.
“To you, Mr.
“It certainly is. How conceited can you get'Understand this, Wolfe: you’re under my direction. I’m glad to have this report; that’s fine. But anything you do must first have my approval. Understand?”
Wolfe shook his head. “I don’t work that way, but let it pass for the moment. For what I intend to do first I need not only your approval but your assistance. Tomorrow evening at nine o’clock I would like to see, here, the entire staff of the office of the Rights of Citizens Committee. Including Mr. Henchy, the executive director.”
Oster smiled, a broad smile. “Listen, Wolfe. You began by trying to get a rise out of me, and you got it. Once is enough. Go soak your head.”
“Not now. I’m using it. If you don’t approve and won’t help, I’ll get those people here myself. I must see them.”
“If you try that, you’re through.” Oster stood up. “In fact, you’re through now. You’re out.” He turned to Whipple. “Come on, Paul. He’s impossible. Come on.”
“No,” Whipple said.
“What do you mean, no'You heard him! He’s impossible!”
“But he& ” Whipple let it hang. “I think you should consider it, Harold. Isn’t it reasonable, his wanting to see them and ask them questions'It isn’t-“
“I have seen them and asked them questions! I know them! Come on! If we need a detective, there are others!”
“Not like him,” Whipple said. “No, Harold. You’re being hasty. If you don’t want to ask them to come, all right, I will. I’m sure Tom Henchy will see that it’s reasonable. He’s a-“
“You do that, Paul, and you’ll get another lawyer, you and Dunbar. I’m warning you. I’m telling you.”
“You’re being hasty, Harold.”
“I’m telling you!”
“You certainly are.” Whipple’s head was tilted back. I had his profile, and for the first time I saw in him the cocky college boy at Kanawha Spa years and years back. “I know you’re a good lawyer, Harold, but I don’t know if you’re good enough to get Dunbar out of this trouble. I’m being frank, and I doubt it. If anybody can, Nero Wolfe can. If it has to be you or Nero Wolfe, I’ll see Dunbar in the morning and tell him what I think, and he’ll agree. I’m sure he will.” His eyes went to Wolfe. “Mr. Wolfe, it’s not only the impression you made on me long ago when I was a raw kid. I’ve followed your career. As far as I’m concerned, you’re in charge.” Back to Oster: “Don’t go, Harold. Sit down.”
Oster was chewing his lip. “It’s ridiculous,” he said. “I’m an attorney-at-law, a respected member of the bar. He’s a-a gurnshoe.”
“Mr. Oster,” Wolfe said.
“What?”
“I suggest that Mr. Whipple’s extravagance should be ignored. Let’s put it that the legal defense of Dunbar Whipple is in your hands, and the search for evidence to support that defense is in my hands. I knew we would clash, and we have. There are no casualties. Oblige me by sitting down. Naturally I expected, and expect, you to be present at the conference tomorrow evening. If you wish to object to anything I say or do, you have a tongue. You have indeed. I don’t wonder that you tried to drum me out; I’m difficult, though not really impossible. If you wish to debate it with Mr. Whipple, you can do so later.” He looked at the clock. “No doubt you have information for me, and suggestions, and in less than half an hour it will be dinnertime. If you and Mr. Whipple will dine with us, we’ll have the evening for it. Wild duck with Vatel sauce-wine vinegar, egg yolk, tomato paste, butter, cream, salt and pepper, shallots, tarragon, chervil, and peppercorns. Is any of those distasteful to you?”
Oster said no.
“To you, Mr.
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