by Rex Stout
"So that's how-" "Don't interrupt! Naturally I considered the possibility that Meer had supplied the bomb and was racked by his sense of S^dt. But surely not intending it for you, and information given 148 Please Pass the Guilt me by Mrs. Odell made it extremely unlikely that he could have known that Peter Odell intended to go to your room and open that drawer. I will not elaborate on that. I have included that detail, how I first saw Kenneth Meer, only to explain why he has been of special interest throughout. There has always been for me that special reason to suspect him, but there was no plausible basis for a charge. Or rather, there was, but I hadn't the wit to see it I admit I should have. Mr. Copes revealed it to me." He turned a palm up. "If you undertake to invent something you heard another man say and you're not a fool, you make it conform to his character, his knowledge, and his style. And Copes had Kenneth Meer saying to Miss Lugos, 'I want to be damn sure you don't open the drawer to take a look at the usual time.' Would he have had him say that to her, especially the 'usual time,' unless he knew, or thought he knew, that Miss Lugos was in the habit of looking in the drawer every day, and that Meer knew it? When he wanted to make the invented quotation not only conceivable but as credible as possible? He would not. He would have included that 'usual' only if it conformed to his knowledge of the facts. Of course if he knew that Miss Lugos had told the police--and Mr. Goodwin--that she had not habitually opened the drawer every day, it was a blunder to include the 'usual.' It was a blunder even if he didn't know that, because it wasn't necessary, but he included it because he thought it increased the credibility of his lie." Wolfe looked at Helen Lugos. "So when you told Mr. Goodwin that you did not look in the drawer every day, you lied. And you knew that the bomb, put in the drawer by Kenneth Meer, was intended for you. You had known that from the day it happened. You probably knew it, at least surmised it, the moment you entered the wrecked room." Browning was on his feet. "Come, Helen," he said. "This is absurd. We're going." "No," Wolfe said. He turned to me, lifted a hand, and wigI Please Pass the Guilt 149 ded a finger. I went and opened the connecting door to the front room and stuck my head in and said, "Help." Saul and Fred headed for the other door, to the hall, and Orrie came and joined me. Helen Lugos was up and moving, with Browning behind her, but before they reached the door to the hall Saul and Fred were there, and Helen Lugos stopped. Saul swung the door around, closed it, and he and Fred stood with their backs to it. "You are not going, Mr. Browning," Wolfe said. "Come and sit down." Browning turned. "This is absurd. Absolutely ridiculous." "It is not. I have more to say and I mean you to hear it. You might as well sit." "No. You'll regret this." "I doubt it." Wolfe turned. "Your notebook, Archie." I went to my desk, sat, got notebook and pen, and crossed my legs. A replay, though not quite instant. Wolfe leaned back. "A suggested draft for an article in tomorrow's Gazette. 'Yesterday afternoon Nero Wolfe, comma, the private investigator, comma, told a Gazette reporter that he has learned who was responsible for the death by violence of Peter Odell, comma, a vice-president of the Continental Air Network, comma, on May twentieth. Period. Mr. Odell was killed by the explosion of a bomb in the office of Amory Browning, comma, also a vice-president of the Continental Air Network. Paragraph. " 'Mr. Wolfe said, comma, quote, "I have established to my satisfaction that the bomb was put in a drawer of Mr. Brown- Mg's desk by Kenneth Meer, comma, Mr. Browning's assistant, dash, the drawer in which Mr. Browning kept a supply of bourbon whisky. Period. Mr. Meer knew that Miss Helen Lugos, comma, Mr. Browning's secretary, comma, was in the habit of opening the drawer every afternoon to see that the whisky was "lere, comma, and he placed the bomb so it would explode 150 Please Pass the Guilt when the drawer was opened. Period. However, comma, Mr. Odell entered the room shortly after three o'clock and opened the drawer, comma, it is not known why. Paragraph. " 'Quote. "In these circumstances, comma, established to my satisfaction, comma, it is not only reasonable, comma, it is unavoidable, comma, to suppose that Miss Lugos has been aware that the bomb must have been put in the drawer by Mr. Meer, comma, and die supposition is supported by the fact that she has consistently denied that she habitually opened the drawer every day to check on the whisky. Period. Also it is reasonable to suppose that Mr. Browning was aware of that too, comma, or at least suspected it. Period. Kenneth Meer knew of the intimate personal relationship that existed between Mr. Browning and Miss Lugos, comma, and was tormented by the knowledge. Period. He was torn by two intense and conflicting desires. Colon. His ardent wish to advance through his association with Mr. Browning, comma, and his concupiscence. Period. It may be assumed--"'" "This is worse than ridiculous." Browning was standing at the end of Wolfe's desk. "It's idiotic. No newspaper would print it. Any of it." "Oh, yes. The Gazette would, with a guaranty from Mrs. Odell to cover all expenses. Yes, indeed. You're up a stump, Mr. Browning, and so is Miss Lugos. Not only the publicity; you would have to sue for libel, or persuade the District Attorney to charge us with criminal libel. That would be obligatory, and both of you would have to submit to questioning under oath. That would be idiotic, for a man in your position." For the second time that day something happened that was hard to believe. Browning stood with his eyes glued to Wolfe, but probably not really seeing him, his shoulders set, and his chin back. Twenty seconds, half a minute, I don't know; and then he turned right around and looked at Helen Lugos, who had stayed over by the door, an arm's reach from Saul and Orrie. And she said, "Ask him what he wants." It was a sugges- Please Pass the Guilt 151 tion, not a command, but even so, from a secretary to a vice-president soon to be a president? Women's Lib, or what? Whatever it was, it worked fine. He turned back to Wolfe and asked, "What do you want?" "I like eyes at a level," Wolfe said. "Please sit down." Helen Lugos came back to the yellow chair, and sat. At least she left the red leather chair for him, and he took it, or some of it--about the front eight inches of the seat, barely enough to keep his rump on--and asked again, "What do you want?" "From you, not much," Wolfe said. "I am not Jupiter Fidius. I want only to do the job I was hired to do. I think I know the present state of Kenneth Meer's mind. His mood, his spirit. I think he's pregnable. I want to get him on the telephone, tell him you and Miss Lugos are here, and ask him to join us for a discussion. K he refuses or demurs, I want you to speak to him and tell him to come. I don't know how things stand between you and him; of course during these six weeks you would have liked to turn him out, but didn't dare. Will he come if you tell him to?" "Yes. Then what?" "We'll see. One possibility, he may acknowledge that he put the bomb in the drawer, but claim that it was intended for Peter Odell--that he knew that Odell intended to come and open the drawer. There are other possibilities, and it may be that his real motive need not be divulged. That would please you and Miss Lugos, and I have no animus against you, but I make no commitment. This is your one chance to get out of it with minor bruises. I know too much now that the police should know." Would he ask her for another suggestion? No. He looked at her, but only for a second, and then said, "All right. If you think -all right." Wolfe turned to me: "Get him." That was one of the possible snags. What if he wasn't there? What if he had got a toothache or twisted an ankle and left for the day? But he hadn't. I got him and Wolfe got on. I stayed on. / Please Pass the Guilt /Good afternoon, Mr. Meer. I'm calling from :niy ^ffigg at suggestion of Mr. Browning. He and Miss Luges ^. j^g have talked at some length, and have come to ai po^( where need your help. Can you come at once?" ^Why-they're there?" ,/Yes. Since half past two." /Mr. Browning told you to call me?" /Yes. He's right here. Do you want to speak to him?" /I don't--no. No. All right. I'll leave in five minutes." Je hung up. Wolfe told Browning, "He'll leave in ^g ^m, " You and Miss Lugos may wish to speak privacy ji^ ute^ is soundproofed." He stood. "Would you like s^^g "^mnk?" to /