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Didn’t you come to ask me where I got the gun I shot that man Dahlmann with?”
    “No, sir. Speaking for Nero Wolfe, we’re not interested in the death of Dahlmann except as it affects the contest and raises points that have to be dealt with.”
    He snorted: “There you are. Crap. Why should it affect the contest at all? It happened to be last night that someone went there and shot him—some jealous woman or someone who hated him or was afraid of him or wanted to get even with him—and just because it happened last night they think it was connected with the contest. They even think one of us didit. Only a fool would think that. Suppose when he held up that paper, suppose I believed him when he said it was the answers, and I decided to kill him and get it. Finding out where he lived would have been easy enough, even the phone book. So I went there, and getting him to let me in was just as easy, I could tell him there was something about the agreement that I thought ought to be changed and I wanted to discuss it with him. Getting a chance to shoot him might be a little harder, since he might have a faint suspicion I had come to try to get the paper, but it could be managed. So I kill him and take the paper and get back to my hotel room, and where am I?”
    I shook my head. “You’re telling it.”
    “I’ve dug a hole and jumped in. If they go on with the contest on the basis of those answers, I’ve ruined my chances, because they’ll hold us here in the jurisdiction, or if I leave for Chicago before the body is found they’ll invite me back and I’ll have to come, and if I send in the right answers before my deadline I couldn’t explain how I got ’em. If they don’t go on with those answers, if they void them and give us new verses, all I’ve got for killing a man is the prospect of being electrocuted. So they’re fools for thinking one of us did it. Crap.”
    “There’s another possibility,” I objected. “What if you were a fool yourself? I admit your analysis is absolutely sound, but what if the sight of that paper and the thought of half a million dollars carried you away, and you went ahead and did it and didn’t bother with the analysis until afterward? Then when you did realize it and saw where you were, for instance in the District Attorney’s office, I should think your heart would flutter no matter what name you gave it. I know mine would.”
    He turned over on his back and shut his eyes. I sat and looked at him. He was breathing a little faster than normal, and a muscle in his neck twitched a couple of times, but there was no indication of a crisis. I had not scared him to death, and anyway, I had only promised Tim Evarts that I wouldn’t find a corpse, not that I wouldn’t make one.
    He turned back on his side. “For some reason,” he said, “I feel like offering you a drink. You look a little like my son-in-law, that may be it. There’s a bottle of Scotch in my suitcase that he gave me. Help yourself. I don’t want any.”
    “Thanks, but I guess not. Another time.”
    “As you please. About my being a fool, I was one once, twenty-six years ago, back in nineteen-twenty-nine. I had stacked up a couple of million dollars and it all went. Fifty million others were fools along with me, but that didn’t help any. I decided I had had enough and got me a job selling adding machines, and never touched the market again. A few years ago my son-in-law made me quit work because he was doing very well as an architect, and that was all right, I was comfortable, but I always wanted something to do, and one day I saw the advertisement of this contest, and the first thing I knew I was in it up to my neck. I decided to make my daughter and son-in-law a very handsome present.”
    He coughed, and shut his eyes and breathed a little, then went on. “The point is that it’s been twenty-six years since I made a fool of myself, and if you and those other fools only knew it, once was enough. There’s