anyone else into this mess.'
'Then you didn't regard it as your duty to answer all their questions.'
'No.'
Wolfe looked at Mercer. 'I must consult with Miss Vassos and her attorney. I shall advise her either to withdraw her action, or to pursue it and also to prefer a criminal change against you three, conspiracy to defame her character-whatever the legal phrase may be. At the moment I don't know which I shall advise.' He pushed back his chair and arose. 'You will be informed, probably by her attorney through yours. Meanwhile-'
'But I've told you the truth!'
'I don't deny the possibility. Meanwhile, I am not clear about the plan of your premises, and I need to be. I want Mr. Goodwin to inspect them. I wish to discuss the situation with him first, and it is near the dinner hour. He'll go after dinner, say at nine o'clock. I presume the door will be locked, so you will please arrange for someone to be there to let him in.'
'Why'What good will that do'You said yourself that anyone could have got into Ashby's room by the other door.'
'It's necessary if I am to be satisfied. I need to understand clearly all the observable movements of people-particularly of Mr. Vassos. Say nine o'clock?'
Mercer didn't like it, but he wouldn't have liked anything short of an assurance that the heat was off or soon would be. The others didn't like it either, so they had to lump it. It was agreed that one of them would meet me in the lobby of the Eighth Avenue building at nine o'clock. They left together, Miss Cox with her chin up, Mercer with his down, and Horan with his long bony face even longer. When I returned to the office after letting them out, Wolfe was still standing, scowling at the red leather chair as if Mercer were still in it.
I said emphatically, 'Nuts. Mercer and Miss Cox are both quoting a dead man, and Horan's quoting anonymous. They're all double-breasted liars. I now call her Elma. If she passes Busch up I'll probably put in a bid myself after I find out if she can dance.'
Wolfe grunted. 'Innocence has no contract with bliss. Confound it, of course she's innocent, that's the devil of it. If she had misbehaved as charged, and as a result her father had killed that man and then himself, she wouldn't have dared to come to me unless she's a lunatic. There is always that possibility. Is she deranged?'
'No. She's a fine sweet pure fairly bright girl with a special face and good legs.'
'Where is she?'
'In her room.'
'I'm not in a mood to sit at table with her. Tell Fritz to take up a tray.'
'I'll take it up myself, and one for me. She'll want to know how you made out with them. After all, we've got her dollar.'
Nero Wolfe 39 - Trio For Blunt Instruments
8
EVERY TRADE HAS ITS TRICKS. If he's any good a detective gets habits as he goes along that become automatic, one of them being to keep his eyes peeled. As I turned the corner of Eighth Avenue at 8:56 that Thursday evening I wasn't conscious of the fact that I was casing the neighborhood; as I say, it gets automatic; but when my eye told me that there was something familiar about a woman standing at the curb across the avenue I took notice and looked. Right; it was Frances Cox in her gray wool coat and gray fur stole, and she had seen me. As I stopped in front of the building I was bound for she beckoned, and I crossed over to her. As I got there she spoke.
'There's a light in Ashby's room.'
I rubbernecked and saw the two lit windows on the tenth floor. 'The cleaners,' I said.
'No. They start at the top and they're through on that floor by seven-thirty.'
'Inspector Cramer. He's short a clue. Have you got a key?'
'Of course. I came to let you in. Mr. Mercer and Mr. Horan are busy.'
'With the lawyer?'
'Ask them.'
'The trouble with you is you blab. Okay, let's go up and help Cramer.'
We crossed the avenue and entered. It was an old building and the lobby looked it, and so did the night man sprawled in a chair, yawning. He gave Miss Cox a nod as we entered the
'Then you didn't regard it as your duty to answer all their questions.'
'No.'
Wolfe looked at Mercer. 'I must consult with Miss Vassos and her attorney. I shall advise her either to withdraw her action, or to pursue it and also to prefer a criminal change against you three, conspiracy to defame her character-whatever the legal phrase may be. At the moment I don't know which I shall advise.' He pushed back his chair and arose. 'You will be informed, probably by her attorney through yours. Meanwhile-'
'But I've told you the truth!'
'I don't deny the possibility. Meanwhile, I am not clear about the plan of your premises, and I need to be. I want Mr. Goodwin to inspect them. I wish to discuss the situation with him first, and it is near the dinner hour. He'll go after dinner, say at nine o'clock. I presume the door will be locked, so you will please arrange for someone to be there to let him in.'
'Why'What good will that do'You said yourself that anyone could have got into Ashby's room by the other door.'
'It's necessary if I am to be satisfied. I need to understand clearly all the observable movements of people-particularly of Mr. Vassos. Say nine o'clock?'
Mercer didn't like it, but he wouldn't have liked anything short of an assurance that the heat was off or soon would be. The others didn't like it either, so they had to lump it. It was agreed that one of them would meet me in the lobby of the Eighth Avenue building at nine o'clock. They left together, Miss Cox with her chin up, Mercer with his down, and Horan with his long bony face even longer. When I returned to the office after letting them out, Wolfe was still standing, scowling at the red leather chair as if Mercer were still in it.
I said emphatically, 'Nuts. Mercer and Miss Cox are both quoting a dead man, and Horan's quoting anonymous. They're all double-breasted liars. I now call her Elma. If she passes Busch up I'll probably put in a bid myself after I find out if she can dance.'
Wolfe grunted. 'Innocence has no contract with bliss. Confound it, of course she's innocent, that's the devil of it. If she had misbehaved as charged, and as a result her father had killed that man and then himself, she wouldn't have dared to come to me unless she's a lunatic. There is always that possibility. Is she deranged?'
'No. She's a fine sweet pure fairly bright girl with a special face and good legs.'
'Where is she?'
'In her room.'
'I'm not in a mood to sit at table with her. Tell Fritz to take up a tray.'
'I'll take it up myself, and one for me. She'll want to know how you made out with them. After all, we've got her dollar.'
Nero Wolfe 39 - Trio For Blunt Instruments
8
EVERY TRADE HAS ITS TRICKS. If he's any good a detective gets habits as he goes along that become automatic, one of them being to keep his eyes peeled. As I turned the corner of Eighth Avenue at 8:56 that Thursday evening I wasn't conscious of the fact that I was casing the neighborhood; as I say, it gets automatic; but when my eye told me that there was something familiar about a woman standing at the curb across the avenue I took notice and looked. Right; it was Frances Cox in her gray wool coat and gray fur stole, and she had seen me. As I stopped in front of the building I was bound for she beckoned, and I crossed over to her. As I got there she spoke.
'There's a light in Ashby's room.'
I rubbernecked and saw the two lit windows on the tenth floor. 'The cleaners,' I said.
'No. They start at the top and they're through on that floor by seven-thirty.'
'Inspector Cramer. He's short a clue. Have you got a key?'
'Of course. I came to let you in. Mr. Mercer and Mr. Horan are busy.'
'With the lawyer?'
'Ask them.'
'The trouble with you is you blab. Okay, let's go up and help Cramer.'
We crossed the avenue and entered. It was an old building and the lobby looked it, and so did the night man sprawled in a chair, yawning. He gave Miss Cox a nod as we entered the
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