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She conceded that it was a good idea and I passed it on to the waiter. While our table was being cleared and we were waiting for the pudding and coffee, we continued on the subject of Phoebe Gunther, with no revelations coming out of it, startling or otherwise. I introduced the detail of the missing tenth cylinder, and Nina snorted at the suggestion that Phoebe might have had concealed relations with some NIA individual and had ditched the cylinder because it implicated him or might have. I gave her that and asked how about the possibility that the cylinder implicated Solomon Dexter or Alger Kates. What was wrong with that'

With her spoon in her hand ready to start on the pudding, she shook her head positively. She said it was loony. To suppose that Dexter would have done anything to hurt Boone, thereby hurting the BPR also, was absurd. 'Besides, he was in Washington. He didn't get to New York until late that night, when he was sent for. As for Mr. Kates, good heavens, look at him! He's just an adding machine!'

'He is in a pig's eye. He's sinister.'

She gasped. 'Alger Kates sinister?'

'Anyhow, mysterious. Down at Wolfe's house that evening Erskine accused him of killing your uncle because he wanted to marry you and your uncle opposed it, and Kates let it stand that he did want to marry you, along with two hundred other lovesick BPR's, and then later that same evening I learn that he already has a wife who is at present in Florida. A married adding machine does not covet another lovely maiden.'

'Puh. He was merely being gallant or polite.'

'An adding machine is not gallant. Another thing, where does the dough come from to send his wife to Florida at the present rates and keep her there until the end of March?'

'Really.' Nina stopped eating pudding. 'No matter what Nero Wolfe charges the NIA, you're certainly trying your best to earn it! You'd just love to clear them completely-and it looks as if you don't care how you do it! Perhaps Mrs. Kates won some money at a church bingo. You ought to check on that!'

I grinned at her. 'When your face is flushed like that it makes me feel like refusing to take any part of my salary in NIA money. Some day I'll tell you how wrong you are to suspect us of wanting to frame one of your heroes like Dexter or Kates.' I glanced at my wrist. 'You just have time to finish your cigarette and coffee.-What is it, Carlos?'

'Telephone, Mr. Goodwin. The middle booth.'

I had a notion to tell him to say I had gone, because I had a natural suspicion that it was the creature I had bribed with three nickels merely wanting to know how much longer we were going to be in there, but I thought better of it and excused myself, since there was one other person who knew where I was.

It proved to be the one other person.

'Goodwin talking.'

'Archie. Get down here at once.'

'What for?'

'Without delay!'

'But listen. We're just leaving, to see Mrs. Boone. I've got her to agree to see me. I'll put her through a-'

'I said get down here.'

There was no use arguing. He sounded as if six tigers were crouching before him, lashing their tails, ready to spring. I went back to the table and told Nina that our afternoon was ruined.

Nero Wolfe 11 - The Silent Speaker
Chapter 28

HAVING DELIVERED NINA AT the Waldorf entrance, with my pet bribee on our tail in a taxi, and having crowded the lights and the congested traffic down and across to West Thirty-fifth Street, I was relieved to see, as I reached my destination and braked to a stop at the curb, that the house wasn't on fire. There were only two foreign items visible: a police car parked smack in front of the address, and a man on the stoop. He was seated on the top step, hunched over, looking gloomy and obstinate.

This one I knew by name, one Quayle. He was on his feet by the time I had mounted the steps, and accosted me with what was meant to be cordiality.

'Hello, Goodwin! This is a piece of luck. Don't anybody ever answer the bell here when you're away'I'll just go in with you.'

'Unexpected pleasure,' I told him, and used my key, turned the knob, and pushed. The door opened two inches and stopped. The chain bolt was on, as it often was during my absence. My finger went to the button and executed my private ring. In a minute Fritz's step came down the hall and he spoke to me through the crack:

'Archie, that's a policeman. Mr. Wolfe doesn't-'

'Of course he doesn't. Take off the bolt. Then keep your eye on us. This officer eagerly performing his duty might lose his balance and fall down the stoop, and I may need you as a witness that I didn't push him. He must be twice my age.'

'You witty son of a bitch,' Quayle said sadly, and sat down on the step again. I entered, marched down the hall to the office, and saw Wolfe there alone behind his desk, sitting up straight as a ramrod, his lips pressed together in a thin straight line, his eyes wide open, his hands resting on the desk before him with the fingers curved ready for a throat.

His eyes darted at me. 'What the devil took you so long?'

'Now just a minute,' I soothed him. 'Aware that you were having a fit, I made it as fast as I could in the traffic. Is it a pinch?'

'It is insufferable. Who is Inspector Ash?'

'Ash'You remember him. He was a captain under Cramer from 1938 to '43. Now in charge of Homicide in Queens. Tall guy, face all bones, plastic eyes, very incorruptible and no sense of humor. Why, what has he done?'

'Is the car in good condition?'

'Certainly. Why?'

'I want you to drive me to Police Headquarters.'

'My God.' So it was something not only serious, but drastic. Leaving the house, getting in the car, incurring all the outdoor risks, visiting a policeman; and besides all that, which was unheard of, almost certainly standing up the orchids for the regular four o'clock date. I dropped onto a chair, speechless, and gawked at him.

'Luckily,' Wolfe said, 'when that man arrived the door was bolted. He told Fritz that he had come to take me to see Inspector Ash. When Fritz gave him the proper reply he displayed a warrant for me as a material witness regarding the murder of Miss Gunther. He pushed the warrant in through the crack in the door and Fritz pushed it out again and closed the door, and, through the glass panel, saw him walk toward the corner, presumably to telephone, since he left his car there in front of my house.'

'That alone,' I remarked, 'leaving his car in front of your house, shows the kind of man he is. It's not even his car. It belongs to the city.'

Wolfe didn't even hear me. 'I called Inspector Cramer's office and was told he was not available. I finally succeeded in reaching some person who spoke in behalf of Inspector Ash, and was told that the man they had sent here had reported by telephone, and that unless I admitted him, accepted service of the warrant, and went with him, a search warrant would be sent without delay. I then, with great difficulty, got to the Police Commissioner. He has no guts. He tried to be evasive. He made what he called a concession, stating that I could come to his office instead of Inspector Ash's. I told him that only by using physical force could I be transported in any vehicle not driven by you, and he said they would wait for me until half-past three but no longer. An ultimatum with a time limit. He also said that Mr. Cramer has been removed from the Boone-Gunther case and relieved of his command and has been replaced by Inspector Ash. That's the situation. It is unacceptable.'

I was staring incredulously. 'Cramer got the boot?'

'So Mr. What's-his-name said.'

'Who, Hombert'The Commissioner?'

'Yes. Confound it, must I repeat the whole thing for you?'

'For God's sake, don't. Try to relax. I'll be damned. They got Cramer.' I looked at the clock. 'It's five past three, and that ultimatum has probably got narrow margins. You hold it a minute and try to think of something pleasant.'

I went to the front and pulled the curtain aside for a look through the glass, and saw that Quayle had acquired a colleague. The pair were sitting on the stoop with their backs to me. I opened the door and inquired affably:

'What's the program now?'

Quayle twisted around. 'We've got another paper. Which we'll show when the time comes. The kind of law that opens all doors from the mightiest to the humblest.'

'To be shown when'Three-thirty?'

'Go suck a pickle.'

'Aw, tell him,' the colleague growled. 'What do you expect to get out of it, fame?'

'He's witty,' Quayle said petulantly. He twisted back to me. 'At three-thirty we phone in again for the word.'

'That's more like it,' I declared approvingly. 'And what happens if I emerge with a large object resembling Nero Wolfe and wedge him into my car and drive off'Do you flash your first paper and interfere?'

'No. We follow you if it's straight to Centre Street. If you try detouring by way of Yonkers that's different.'

'Okay. I'm accepting your word of honor. If you forget what you said and try to grab him I'll complain to the Board of Health. He's sick.'

'What with?'

'Sitzenlust. Chronic. The opposite of wanderlust. You wouldn't want to jeopardize a human life, would you?'

'Yes.'

Satisfied, I closed the door and returned to the office and told Wolfe, 'All set. In spite of our having outriders I'm game either for Centre Street or for a dash for Canada, however you feel. You can tell me after we're in the car.'

He started to get erect, his lips compressed tighter than ever.

Nero Wolfe 11 - The Silent Speaker
Chapter 29

YOU ARE NOT AN attorney,' Inspector Ash declared in an insulting tone, though the statement was certainly not an insult in itself. 'Nothing that has been said or written to you by anyone whatever has the status of a privileged communication.'

It was not a convention as I had expected. Besides Wolfe and me the only ones present were Ash, Police Commissioner Hombert, and District Attorney Skinner, which left Hombert's spacious and well-furnished corner office looking practically uninhabited, even considering that Wolfe counted for three. At least he was not undergoing downright physical hardship, since there had been found available a chair large enough to accommodate his beam without excessive squeezing.

But he was conceding nothing. 'That remark,' he told Ash in his most objectionable tone, 'is childish. Suppose I have been told something that I don't want you to know about. Would I admit the fact and then refuse to tell you about it on the ground that it was a privileged communication'Pfui! Suppose you kept after me. I would simply tell you a string of lies and then what?'

Ash was smiling. His plastic eyes had the effect of reflecting all the light that came at them from the four big windows, as if their surfaces could neither absorb light nor give it out.

'The trouble with you, Wolfe,' he said curtly, 'is that you've been spoiled by my predecessor, Inspector Cramer. He didn't know how to handle you. You had him buffaloed. With me in charge you'll see a big difference. A month from now or a year from now you may still have a license and you may not. It depends on how you behave.' He tapped his chest with his forefinger. 'You know me. You may remember how far you got with that Boeddiker case over in Queens.'

'I never started. I quit. And your abominable handling gave the prosecutor insufficient evidence to convict a murderer whose guilt was manifest. Mr. Ash, you are both a numskull and a hooligan.'

'So you're going to try it on me.' Ash was still smiling. 'Maybe I won't give you even a month. I don't see why-'

'That will do for that,' Hombert broke in.

'Yes, sir,' Ash said respectfully. 'I only wanted-'

'I don't give a damn what you only wanted. We're in one hell of a fix, and that's all I'm interested in. If you want to ride Wolfe on this case go as far as you like, but save the rest till later. It was your idea that Wolfe was holding out and it was time to put the screws on him. Go ahead. I'm all for that.'

'Yes, sir.' Ash had quit smiling to look stern. 'I only know this, that in every case I've ever heard of where Wolfe horned in and got within smelling distance of money he has always managed to get something that no one else gets, and he always hangs onto it until it suits his convenience to let go.'

'You're quite correct, Inspector,' District Attorney Skinner said dryly. 'You might add that when he does let go the result is usually disastrous for some lawbreaker.'

'Yes?' Ash demanded. 'And is that a reason for letting him call the tune for the Police Department and your office?'

'I would like to ask,' Wolfe put in, 'if I was hauled down here to listen to a discussion of my own career and character. This babbling is frivolous.'

Ash was getting stirred up. He glared. 'You were hauled down here,' he rasped, 'to tell us what you know, and everything you know, about these crimes. You say I'm a numskull. I don't say you're a numskull, far from it, here's my opinion of you in one short sentence. I wouldn't be surprised if you know something that gives you a good clear idea of who it was that killed Cheney Boone and the Gunther woman.'

'Certainly I do. So do you.'

They made movements and noises. I grinned around at them, nonchalant, to convey the impression that there was nothing to get excited about, because I had the conviction that Wolfe was overplaying it beyond all reason just to get even with them and it might have undesirable consequences. His romantic nature often led him to excesses like that, and once he got started it was hard to stop him, the stopping being one of my functions. Before their exclamations and head-jerkings were finished I stepped in.

'He doesn't mean,' I explained hastily, 'that we've got the murderer down in our car. There are details to be attended to.'

Hombert's and Skinner's movements had been limited to minor muscular reactions, but Ash had left his chair and strode masterfully to within two feet of Wolfe, where he stopped short to gaze down at him. He stood with his hands behind his back, which was effective in a way, but it would have been an improvement if he had remembered that in the classic Napoleon stance the arms are folded.

'You either mean it,' he said like a menace, 'or you don't. If it's a bluff you'll eat it. It is isn't, for once in your life you're going to be opened up.' His bony head swiveled to Hombert. 'Let me take him, sir. Here in your office it might be embarrassing.'

'Imbecile,' Wolfe muttered. 'Hopeless imbecile.' He applied the levers and got himself to his feet. 'I had reluctantly accepted the necessity of a long and fruitless discussion of a singularly difficult problem, but this is farcical. Take me home, Archie.'

'No you don't,' Ash said, even more a menace. He reached and gripped Wolfe's arm. 'You're under arrest, my man. This time you-'

I was aware that Wolfe could move without delay when he had to, and, knowing what his attitude was toward anybody's hand touching him, I had prepared myself for motion when I saw Ash grab his arm, but the speed and precision with which he slapped Ash on the side of his jaw were a real surprise, not only to me but to Ash himself. Ash didn't even know it was coming until it was there, a healthy open-palm smack with a satisfactory sound effect. Simultaneously Ash's eyes glittered and his left fist started, and I propelled myself up and forward. The emergency was too split-second to permit anything fancy, so I simply inserted myself in between, and Ash's left collided with my right shoulder before it had any momentum to speak of. With great presence of mind I didn't even bend an elbow, merely staying there as a barrier; but Wolfe, who claims constantly to detest a hubbub, said through his teeth:

'Hit him, Archie. Knock him down.'

By that time Hombert was there and Skinner was hovering. Seeing that they were voting against bloodshed, and not caring to be tossed in the coop for manhandling an inspector, I backed away. Wolfe glared at me and said, still through his teeth:

'I am under arrest. You are not. Telephone Mr. Parker to arrange for bail immed-'

'Goodwin is staying right here.' Ash's eyes were really nasty. I had never had an impulse to send him a birthday greeting card, but I was surprised to learn how mean he was. 'Or rather you're both going with me-'

'Now listen.' Skinner had his hands spread out patting air, like a pleader calming a mob. 'This is ridiculous. We all want-'

'Am I under arrest?'

'Oh, forget that! Technically I suppose-'

'Then I am. You can all go to the devil.' Wolfe went back to the big chair and sat down. 'Mr. Goodwin will telephone our lawyer. If you want me out of here send for someone to carry me. If you want me to discuss anything with you, if you want a word out of me, vacate those warrants and get rid of Mr. Ash. He jars me.'

'I'll take him,' Ash snapped. 'He struck an officer.'

Skinner and Hombert looked at each other. Then they looked at Wolfe, then at me, and then at each other again. Skinner shook his head emphatically. Hombert regarded Wolfe once more and then turned his gaze on Ash.

'Inspector,' he said, 'I think you had better leave this to the District Attorney and me. You haven't been in charge of this case long enough to-uh-digest the situation, and while I consented to your proposal to get Wolfe down here, I doubt if you're sufficiently aware of-uh-all the aspects. I have described to you the sources of the strongest pressure to take Inspector Cramer off of the case, which meant also removing him from his command, and therefore it is worth considering that Wolfe's client is the National Industrial Association. Whether we want to consider it or not, we have to. You'd better return to your office, give the reports further study, and continue operations. Altogether, at this moment, there are nearly four hundred men working on this case. That's enough of a job for one man.'

Ash's jaw was working and his eyes were still glittering. 'It's up to you, sir,' he said with an effort. 'As I told you, and as you already knew, Wolfe has been getting away with murder for years. If you want him to get away with calling one of your subordinates an imbecile and physically assaulting him, in your own office& '

'At the moment I don't care a damn who gets away with what.' Hombert was a little exasperated. 'I care about just one thing, getting this case solved, and if that doesn't happen soon I may not have any subordinates. Get back on the job and phone me if there's anything new.'

'Yes, sir.' Ash crossed to Wolfe, who was seated, until their toes touched. 'Some day,' he promised, 'I'll help you lose some weight.' Then he strode out of the room.

I returned to my chair. Skinner had already returned to his. Hombert stood looking at the door that had closed behind the Inspector, ran his fingers through his hair, shook his head slowly a few times, moved to his own chair behind his desk, sat, and lifted a receiver from its cradle. In a moment he spoke into the transmitter:

'Bailey'Have that warrant for the arrest of Nero Wolfe as a material witness vacated. Right away. No, just cancel it. Send me-'

'And the search warrant,' I put in.

'Also the search warrant for Nero Wolfe's house. No, cancel that too. Send the papers to me.'

He hung up and turned to Wolfe. 'All right, you got away with it. Now what do you know?'

Wolfe sighed deep. A casual glance at his bulk might have given the impression that he was placid again, but to my experienced eye, seeing that he was tapping the arm of his chair with his middle finger, it was evident that there was still plenty of turmoil.

'First,' he muttered, 'I would like to learn something. Why was Mr. Cramer demoted and disgraced?'

'He wasn't.'

'Nonsense. Whatever you want to call it, why?'

'Officially, for a change of scene. Off the record, because he lost his head, considering who the people are that are involved, and took on a bigger load than the Department could handle. Whether you like it or not, there's such a thing as sense of proportion. You cannot treat some people like a bunch of waterfront hoodlums.'

'Who brought the pressure?'

'It came from everywhere. I've never seen anything like it. I'm giving no names. Anyhow, that wasn't the only reason. Cramer was muffing it. For the first time since I've known him he got tangled up. Here at a conference yesterday morning he couldn't even discuss the problem intelligently. He had got his mind fixed on one aspect of it, one little thing, and that was all he could think of or talk about-that missing cylinder, the tenth cylinder that may or may not have been in the leather case Boone gave to Miss Gunther just before he was murdered.'

'Mr. Cramer was concentrating on that?'

'Yes. He had fifty men looking for it, and he wanted to assign another fifty to it.'

'And that was one of your reasons for removing him?'

'Yes. Actually the main reason.'

Wolfe grunted. 'Hah. Then you're an imbecile too. I didn't know Mr. Cramer had it in him to see that. This doubles my admiration and respect for him. Finding that cylinder, if not our only chance, is beyond all comparison our best one. If it is never found the odds are big that we'll never get the murderer.'

A loud disgusted snort came from Skinner. 'That's you all right, Wolfe! I suspected it was only fireworks. You said you've already got him.'

'I said nothing of the sort.'

'You said you know who it is.'

'No.' Wolfe was truculent. Having been aroused to the point of committing assault and battery, he had by no means calmed down again. 'I said I know something that gives me a good clear idea of the murderer's identity, and I also said that you people know it too. You know many things that I don't know. Don't try to pretend that I bulldozed you into ejecting Mr. Ash and releasing me from custody by conveying the impression that I am prepared to name the culprit and supply the evidence. I am not.'

Hombert and Skinner looked at each other. There was a silence.

'You impervious bastard,' Skinner said, but wasting no energy on it.

'In effect, then,' Hombert said resentfully, 'you are saying that you have nothing to tell us, that you have nothing to offer, that you can't help us any.'

'I'm helping all I can. I am paying a man twenty dollars a day to explore the possibility that Miss Gunther broke that cylinder into little pieces and put it in the rubbish receptacle in her apartment in Washington. That's going to an extreme, because I doubt if she destroyed it. I think she expected to use it some day.'

Hombert shifted impatiently in his chair as if the idea of hunting for a lousy cylinder, possibly broken anyhow, only irritated him. 'Suppose,' he said, 'you tell us what it is we all know that gives you a good clear idea of who the murderer is, including the who. Off the record.'

'It isn't any one thing.'

'I don't care if it's a dozen things. I'll try to remember them. What are they?'

Wolfe shook his head. 'No, sir.'

'Why not?'

'Because of your idiotic treatment of Mr. Cramer. If it seemed to make sense to you, and I believe it would, you would pass it on to Mr. Ash, and heaven knows what he would do. He might even, by pure chance, do something that would result in his solving the case, and I would stop short of nothing to prevent that outcome.' Wolfe's middle finger started tapping again. 'Help Mr. Ash to a triumph'God forbid!' He frowned at Hombert. 'Besides, I've already given you the best advice I've got. Find that cylinder. Put a hundred men on it, a thousand. Find it!'

'We're not neglecting the damn cylinder. How about this, do you think Miss Gunther knew who killed Boone?'

'Certainly she did.'

Skinner broke in. 'Naturally you'd like that,' he said pessimistically, 'since it would eliminate your clients. If Miss Gunther knew who it was, and it was an NIA man, she would have handed it to us on a platter. So if she did know, it was and is one of the other four-Dexter or Kates or one of the Boone women.'

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