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'I'm seeing this through. I'm not going away.'

'Oh, but you are. You're going to jail. At least that seems-' Wolfe turned abruptly to the Vice-President. 'What about it, Mr. Warder'Are you going to try to discredit this message from the dead'Are you going to repudiate or distort your interview with Mr. Boone and have a jury vote you a liar'Or are you going to show that you have some sense?'

Warder no longer looked scared, and when he spoke he showed no inclination to scream. 'I am going,' he said in a firm and virtuous voice, 'to tell the truth.'

'Did Mr. Boone tell the truth on that cylinder?'

'Yes. He did.'

Wolfe's eyes flashed back to O'Neill. 'There you are, sir. Bribery is a felony. You're going to need Mr. Warder. The other matter, complicity in murder as an accessory after the fact-that all depends, mostly on your lawyer. From here on the lawyers take over. ' Mr. Cramer. Get them out of here, won't you'I'm tired of looking at them.' He shifted to me. 'Archie, pack up that cylinder. Mr. Cramer will want to take it along.'

Cramer, moving, addressed me: 'Hold it, Goodwin, while I use the phone,' so I sat facing the audience, with the automatic in my hand in case someone had an attack of nerves, while he dialed his number and conversed. I was interested to hear that his objective was not the Homicide Squad office, where Ash had been installed, nor even the Chief Inspector, but Hombert himself. Cramer did occasionally show signs of having more brain than a mollusk.

'Commissioner Hombert'Inspector Cramer. Yes, sir. No, I'm calling from Nero Wolfe's office. No, sir, I'm not trying to horn in, but if you'll let me& Yes, sir, I'm quite aware it would be a breach of discipline, but if you'd just listen a minute- certainly I'm here with Wolfe, I didn't break in, and I've got the man, I've got the evidence, and I've got a confession. That's exactly what I'm telling you, and I'm neither drunk nor crazy. Send-wait a minute, hold it.'

Wolfe was making frantic gestures.

'Tell him,' Wolfe commanded, 'to keep that confounded doctor away from here.'

Cramer resumed. 'All right, Commissioner. Send up-oh, nothing, just Wolfe raving something about a doctor. Were you sending him a doctor'He don't need one and in my opinion never will. Send three cars and six men to Wolfe's address. No, I don't, but I'm bringing three of them down. You'll see when I get there. Yes, sir, I'm telling you, the case is finished, all sewed up and no gaps worth mentioning. Sure, I'll bring them straight to you& '

He hung up.

'You won't have to put handcuffs on me, will you?' Alger Kates squeaked.

'I want to phone my lawyer,' O'Neill said in a frozen voice.

Warder just sat.

Nero Wolfe 11 - The Silent Speaker
Chapter 35

SKIPPING A THOUSAND OR so minor details over the weekend, such as the eminent neurologist Green-no one having bothered to stop him- showing up promptly at a quarter to six, only a few minutes after Cramer had left with his catch, and being informed, in spite of his court order, that the deal was off, I bounce to Monday morning. Wolfe, coming down from the plant rooms at eleven o'clock, knew that he would have a visitor, Cramer having phoned for an appointment, and when he entered the office the Inspector was there in the red leather chair. Beside him on the floor was a misshapen object covered with green florist's paper which he had refused to let me relieve him of. After greetings had been exchanged and Wolfe had got himself comfortable, Cramer said he supposed that Wolfe had seen in the paper that Kates had signed a full and detailed confession to both murders.

Wolfe nodded. 'A foolish and inadequate man, that Mr. Kates. But not intellectually to be despised. One item of his performance might even be called brilliant.'

'Sure. I would say more than one. Do you mean his leaving that scarf in his own pocket instead of slipping it into somebody else's?'

'Yes, sir. That was noteworthy.'

'He's noteworthy all right,' Cramer agreed. 'In fact he's in a class by himself. There was one thing he wouldn't talk about or sign any statement about, and what do you suppose it was, something that would help put him in the chair'Nope. We couldn't get anything out of him about what he wanted the money for, and when we asked if it was his wife, trips to Florida and so forth, he stuck his chin out and said as if we was worms, 'We'll leave my wife out of this, you will not mention my wife again.' She got here yesterday afternoon and he won't see her. I think he thinks she's too holy to be dragged in.'

'Indeed.'

'Indeed yes. But on the part that will do for him he was perfectly willing to oblige. For instance, with Boone there at the hotel. He entered the room and handed Boone some papers, and Boone threw it at him, what he had found out, and then told him to beat it and turned his back on him, and Kates picked up the monkey wrench and gave it to him. Kates tells us exactly what Boone said and what he said, and then carefully reads it over to be sure we got it down right. The same way with Phoebe Gunther here on your stoop. He wants the story straight. He wants it distinctly understood that he didn't arrange to meet her and come here with her, when she phoned him, he merely waited in an areaway across the street until he saw her coming and then joined her and mounted the stoop with her. The pipe was up his sleeve with the scarf already wrapped around it. Three days before that, the first time they were here, when he swiped the scarf out of Winterhoff's pocket, he didn't know then what he would be using it for, he only thought there might be some way of planting it somewhere to involve Winterhoff-an NIA man.'

'Naturally.' Wolfe was contributing to the conversation just to be polite. 'Anything to keep eyes away from him. Wasted effort, since my eye was already on him.'

'It was?' Cramer sounded skeptical. 'What put it there?'

'Mostly two things. First, of course, that command Mr. O'Neill gave him here Friday evening, indubitably a command to one from whom he had reason to expect obedience. Second, and much more important, the wedding picture mailed to Mrs. Boone. Granted that there are men capable of that gesture, assuredly none of the five NIA men whom I had met had it in them. Miss Harding was obviously too cold-blooded to indulge in any such act of grace. Mr. Dexter's alibi had been tested and stood. Mrs. Boone and her niece were manifestly not too suspected, not by me. There remained only Miss Gunther and Mr. Kates. Miss Gunther might conceivably have killed Mr. Boone, but not herself with a piece of pipe; and she was the only one of them who could without painful strain on probability be considered responsible for the return of the wedding picture. Then where did she get it'From the murderer. By name, from whom'As a logical and workable conjecture, Mr. Kates.'

Wolfe fluttered a hand. 'All that was mere phantom-chasing. What was needed was evidence- and all the time here it was, on that bookshelf in my office. That, I confess, is a bitter pill to swallow. Will you have some beer?'

'No, thanks, I guess I won't.' Cramer seemed to be nervous or uneasy or something. He looked at the clock and slid to the edge of the chair. 'I've got to be going. I just dropped in.' He elevated to his feet and shook his pants legs down. 'I've got a hell of a busy day. I suppose you've heard that I'm back at my desk at Twentieth Street. Inspector Ash has been moved to Richmond. Staten Island.'

'Yes, sir. I congratulate you.'

'Much obliged. So with me back at the old stand you'll have to continue to watch your step. Try pulling any fast ones and I'll still be on your neck.'

'I wouldn't dream of trying to pull a fast one.'

'Okay. Just so we understand each other.' Cramer started for the door. I called after him:

'Hey, your package!'

He said over his shoulder, barely halting. 'Oh, I forgot, that's for you, Wolfe, hope you like it,' and was on his way. Judging from the time it took him to get on out and slam the door behind him, he must have double-quicked.

I went over and lifted the package from the floor, put it on Wolfe's desk, and tore the green paper off, exposing the contents to view. The pot was a glazed sickening green. The dirt was just dirt. The plant was in fair condition, but there were only two flowers on it. I stared at it in awe.

'By God,' I said when I could speak, 'he brought you an orchid.'

'Brassocattleya thorntoni,' Wolfe purred. 'Handsome.'

'Nuts,' I said realistically. 'You've got a thousand better ones. Shall I throw it out?'

'Certainly not. Take it up to Theodore.' Wolfe wiggled a finger at me. 'Archie. One of your most serious defects is that you have no sentiment.'

'No?' I grinned at him. 'You'd be surprised. At this very moment one is almost choking me-namely, gratitude for our good luck at having Cramer back, obnoxious as he is. With Ash there life wouldn't have been worth living.'

Wolfe snorted. 'Luck!'

Nero Wolfe 11 - The Silent Speaker
Chapter 36

SOONER OR LATER I had to make it plain to him that I was not a halfwit. I was waiting for a fitting moment, and it came that same day, Monday afternoon, about an hour after lunch, when we received a phone call from Frank Thomas Erskine. He was permitted to speak to Wolfe, and I listened in at my desk.

The gist of it was that a check for one hundred thousand dollars would be mailed to Wolfe that afternoon, which would seem to be enough gist for one little phone call. The rest was just trivial. The NIA deeply appreciated what Wolfe had done for it and was utterly unable to understand why he had returned its money. It was paying him the full amount of the reward at once, as offered in its advertisement, in advance of the fulfillment of the specified conditions, because of its gratitude and its confidence in him, and also because Kates's signed confession made the fulfillment of the conditions inevitable. It would be glad to pay an additional amount for expenses incurred if Wolfe would say how much. It had discussed the matter with Inspector Cramer, and Cramer had disavowed any claim to any part of the reward and insisted that it all belonged to Wolfe.

It was a nice phone call.

Wolfe said to me with a smirk, 'That's satisfactory and businesslike. Paying the reward without delay.'

I leered at him. 'Yeah'Little does Mr. Erskine know.'

'Little does he know what'What's wrong now?'

I threw one knee over the other and settled back. The time had come. 'There are,' I stated, 'several ways of doing this. One would be to put a hunk of butter in your mouth and see if it melted. I prefer my way, which is just to tell you. Or I should say ask you, since I'll put it in the form of questions, only I'll supply the answers myself.'

'What the devil are you talking about?'

'No, the questions originate with me. Number one: when did you find the cylinder'Saturday afternoon, when you waddled in here in your pajamas, belittling your brains'Not a chance. You knew where it was all the time, at least for three or four days. You found it either Tuesday morning, while I was down at Cramer's office being wrung out, or Wednesday while I was up having lunch with Nina Boone. I lean to Tuesday, but I admit it may have been Wednesday.'

'You shouldn't,' Wolfe murmured, 'leave things teetering like that.'

'Please don't interrupt me. Number two: why, if you knew where the cylinder was, did you pester Mrs. Boone to tell you'Because you wanted to make sure she didn't know. If she had known she might have told the cops before you decided to let loose, and the reward would have gone to her, or anyway not to you. And since Phoebe Gunther had told her a lot she might have told her that too. Also, it was part of your general plan to spread the impression that you didn't know where the cylinder was and would give an arm and several teeth to find it.'

'That was actually the impression,' Wolfe murmured.

'It was indeed. I could back all this up with various miscellaneous items, for instance your sending for the Stenophone Wednesday morning, which is the chief reason I lean to Tuesday, but let's go on to number three: what was the big idea'When you found the cylinder why didn't you say so'Because you let your personal opinions interfere with your professional actions, which reminds me I must do some reading up on ethics. Because your opinion of the NIA coincides roughly with some other people's, including my own, but that's beside the point, and you knew the stink about the murders was raising cain with the NIA, and you wanted to prolong it as much as possible. To accomplish that you even went to the length of letting yourself be locked in your room for three days, but there I admit another factor enters, your love of art for art's sake. You'll do anything to put on a good show, provided you get top billing.'

'How long is this going on?'

'I'm about through. Number four, why did you drop the client and return the dough, is easy. There's always a chance that you may change your mind some day and decide you want to go to heaven, and a plain unadulterated double cross would rule it out. So you couldn't very well have kept the NIA's money, and gone on having it for a client, while you were doing your damnedest to push it off a cliff. Here, however, is where I get cynical. What if no reward had been publicly offered'Would you have put on the show just the same'I express no opinion, but boy, I have one. Another thing about ethics-exactly what is the difference between having a client and taking a fee, and accepting a reward?'

'Nonsense. The reward was advertised to a hundred million people and the terms stated. It was to be paid to whoever earned it. I earned it.'

'Okay, I merely mention the point. I don't question your going to heaven if you decide you want in. Incidentally, you are not absolutely watertight. If Saul Panzer was put under oath and asked what he did from Wednesday to Saturday, and he replied that he kept in touch with Henry A. Warder to make sure that Warder could be had when needed, and then if you were asked where you got the idea that you might need Henry A. Warder, mightn't you have a little trouble shooting the answer'Not that it will happen, knowing Saul as I do. ' Well. Let's see. I guess that's about all. I just wanted you to know that I resent your making contemptuous remarks about your brain.'

Wolfe grunted. There was a silence. Then his eyes opened half way and he rumbled:

'You've left one thing out.'

'What?'

'A possible secondary motive. Or even a primary one. Taking all that you have said as hypothesis-since of course it is inadmissible as fact-look back at me last Tuesday, six days ago, when-by hypothesis-I found the cylinder. What actually would have taken precedence in my mind?'

'I've been telling you. Not what would have, what did.'

'But you left one thing out. Miss Gunther.'

'What about her?'

'She was dead. As you know, I detest waste. She had displayed remarkable tenacity, audacity, and even imagination, in using the murder of Mr. Boone for a purpose he would have desired, approved, and applauded. In the middle of it she was herself murdered. Surely she deserved not to have her murder wasted. She deserved to get something out of it. I found myself-by hypothesis-in an ideal position to see that that was taken care of. That's what you left out.'

I stared at him. 'Then I've got a hypothesis too. If that was it, either primary or secondary, to hell with ethics.'

THE END

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