returning to the living room, had mentioned it to her husband and her brother David, who was there, saying that she thought it was Paul's ice cream and asking if they wanted some. They had declined, and she had not looked into the paper bag. She had no idea what had happened to it. I thanked her, hung up, thanked her husband, and beat it.
Next stop, 48th Street, Manhattan.
Nero Wolfe 28 - Three For The Chair
VI
IN VIEW OF the parking situation, or rather the non-parking situation, I have given up using the car for midtown errands, so I left the highway at 46th Street and drove to the garage. I could have phoned a progress report to Wolfe from there, but the house is just around the corner, and I went in person instead of phoning, and got a surprise. In response to my ring it wasn't Fritz who unbolted the door for me, but Saul Panzer. Saul, with his big nose taking half the available area of his narrow little face, looks at first glance as if he might need help to add two and two. Actually he needs help for nothing whatever. He is not only the best of the four or five operatives Wolfe calls on as required, he's the best anywhere.
'So,' I greeted him, 'you got my job at last, huh'Please show me to the office.'
'Got an appointment?' he demanded, closing the door. Then he followed me down the hall and in.
Wolfe, behind his desk, grunted at me. 'Back so soon?'
'No, sir,' I told him. 'This is just a stopover after leaving the car at the garage. Do you want a report on Paul and Mr. and Mrs. Tuttle before I go on?'
'Yes. Verbatim, please.'
With him verbatim means not only all the words but also all the actions and expressions, and I sat down and gave them to him. He is the best listener I know, usually with his elbow on the chair arm, his chin resting on his fist, and his eyes half closed.
When I had finished he sat a moment and then nodded. 'Satisfactory. Proceed with the others. Since you won't need the car may Saul use it?'
That wasn't as chummy as it sounds. It had long been understood that the car was his one piece of property on which I had the say.
'For how long?' I inquired.
'Today, tonight, and possibly part of tomorrow.'
I looked at my wrist and saw 6:55. 'There's not much left of today. Okay. Do I ask for what?'
'Not at the moment. It may be to chase a wild goose. What about your dinner?'
'I don't know.' I arose. 'If I find the ice cream I can eat that.' I headed for the door, turned there to suggest, 'Saul can eat the goose,' and left.
Flagging a taxi at Tenth Avenue and riding uptown, and across 48th Street to the East Side, a part of the thousand-wheeled worm, I admitted that he must have a glimmer of something, since Saul's daily rate was now fifty bucks, quite a bite out of a measly grand, but I still couldn't tie up the ice cream and the hot-water bags. Of course he might be sending Saul on a different trail entirely, and as far as keeping it to himself was concerned, I had long ago stopped letting that get on my nerves, so I just tabled it.
The number, on 48th between Lexington and Third, belonged to an old brick four-story that had been painted yellow. In the vestibule two names were squeezed on the little slip by the button next to the top ' 'Goren' and 'Poletti.' I pushed the button, and, when the clicks came, opened the door and entered, and went up two flights of narrow stairs, which were carpeted and clean for a change. Turning to the front on the landing, I got a surprise. A door had opened, and standing on the sill was one named neither Goren nor Poletti. It was Johnny Arrow, squinting at me.
'Oh,' he said. 'I thought maybe it was that Paul Fyfe.'
I advanced. 'If it's convenient,' I said, 'I'd like to see Miss Goren.'
'What about?'
He needed taking down a peg. 'Really,' I said. 'Only yesterday you were bragging about taking her to dinner. Don't tell me you've already been promoted to watchdog. I want to ask her a question.'
For a second I thought he was going to demand to know the
Next stop, 48th Street, Manhattan.
Nero Wolfe 28 - Three For The Chair
VI
IN VIEW OF the parking situation, or rather the non-parking situation, I have given up using the car for midtown errands, so I left the highway at 46th Street and drove to the garage. I could have phoned a progress report to Wolfe from there, but the house is just around the corner, and I went in person instead of phoning, and got a surprise. In response to my ring it wasn't Fritz who unbolted the door for me, but Saul Panzer. Saul, with his big nose taking half the available area of his narrow little face, looks at first glance as if he might need help to add two and two. Actually he needs help for nothing whatever. He is not only the best of the four or five operatives Wolfe calls on as required, he's the best anywhere.
'So,' I greeted him, 'you got my job at last, huh'Please show me to the office.'
'Got an appointment?' he demanded, closing the door. Then he followed me down the hall and in.
Wolfe, behind his desk, grunted at me. 'Back so soon?'
'No, sir,' I told him. 'This is just a stopover after leaving the car at the garage. Do you want a report on Paul and Mr. and Mrs. Tuttle before I go on?'
'Yes. Verbatim, please.'
With him verbatim means not only all the words but also all the actions and expressions, and I sat down and gave them to him. He is the best listener I know, usually with his elbow on the chair arm, his chin resting on his fist, and his eyes half closed.
When I had finished he sat a moment and then nodded. 'Satisfactory. Proceed with the others. Since you won't need the car may Saul use it?'
That wasn't as chummy as it sounds. It had long been understood that the car was his one piece of property on which I had the say.
'For how long?' I inquired.
'Today, tonight, and possibly part of tomorrow.'
I looked at my wrist and saw 6:55. 'There's not much left of today. Okay. Do I ask for what?'
'Not at the moment. It may be to chase a wild goose. What about your dinner?'
'I don't know.' I arose. 'If I find the ice cream I can eat that.' I headed for the door, turned there to suggest, 'Saul can eat the goose,' and left.
Flagging a taxi at Tenth Avenue and riding uptown, and across 48th Street to the East Side, a part of the thousand-wheeled worm, I admitted that he must have a glimmer of something, since Saul's daily rate was now fifty bucks, quite a bite out of a measly grand, but I still couldn't tie up the ice cream and the hot-water bags. Of course he might be sending Saul on a different trail entirely, and as far as keeping it to himself was concerned, I had long ago stopped letting that get on my nerves, so I just tabled it.
The number, on 48th between Lexington and Third, belonged to an old brick four-story that had been painted yellow. In the vestibule two names were squeezed on the little slip by the button next to the top ' 'Goren' and 'Poletti.' I pushed the button, and, when the clicks came, opened the door and entered, and went up two flights of narrow stairs, which were carpeted and clean for a change. Turning to the front on the landing, I got a surprise. A door had opened, and standing on the sill was one named neither Goren nor Poletti. It was Johnny Arrow, squinting at me.
'Oh,' he said. 'I thought maybe it was that Paul Fyfe.'
I advanced. 'If it's convenient,' I said, 'I'd like to see Miss Goren.'
'What about?'
He needed taking down a peg. 'Really,' I said. 'Only yesterday you were bragging about taking her to dinner. Don't tell me you've already been promoted to watchdog. I want to ask her a question.'
For a second I thought he was going to demand to know the
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