Rex Stout - Nero Wolfe

by Three at Wolfe's Door

  “Why did you ask them to give him rope?”

  “Well.” Dunning licked his lips. “In a way I was hogtied. If Eisler hadn’t put up the money we wouldn’t have made it to New York this year, or anyhow it wouldn’t have been easy. I didn’t know much about him when I first signed up with him except that he had the money. Anyhow he was all right except with the girls, and I didn’t know he was that kind. I knew if he didn’t pull up there might be trouble, but I figured it wouldn’t do any good to tell him so. What could I do? I couldn’t fence him out. When Nan told me about Sunday night I thought that might stop him, it might show him that a girl that can handle a bronc can handle his kind.”

  “Did you tell him that?”

  “No, I didn’t. I hoped I wouldn’t have to. But I decided I would keep my eyes open. Up there yesterday when I noticed he wasn’t on the terrace I looked around for him some, inside and outside. When I couldn’t find him and I saw all the girls were there I thought he had up and gone, and that suited me fine.”

  “What time was that? When you looked around and couldn’t find him.”

  Dunning shook his head. “I can’t make it close. The police wanted me to and I did the best I could, but all I can say, it wasn’t long after Miss Rowan went in for some more coffee—maybe three minutes, maybe more than that. Then when I went back in after looking outside Cal Barrow said his rope was gone and he was looking for it, and I wondered if Eisler had took it but I couldn’t guess why.”

  “How many people did you tell about Miss Karlin’s experience at Eisler’s apartment?”

  “How many?” Dunning frowned. “No people at all. What good would that do?”

  “You told no one?”

  “No.”

  “And you haven’t told the police?”

  “No.” He licked his lips. “I figured it would just sick them on Nan, and I couldn’t see any sense in that. What you asked her about her and me, there’s nothing to that, she’s just one of the girls, but I know her pretty well and she wouldn’t kill a man just because he had pawed at her. I’d like to ask you a question. You say Miss Rowan has hired you to investigate?”

  “Yes.”

  “You weren’t there when it happened, and neither was Goodwin. Is that right?”

  “Yes.”

  “But Miss Rowan was, and she hires you. She’s paying you. So you’re not going to investigate her, naturally. I got the idea there yesterday that she didn’t like Eisler any too well. I don’t suppose you’re interested in that? I suppose you think it has to be one of us, the boys and girls and me?”

  Wolfe grunted. He turned his head. “Archie. I haven’t asked you. Did Miss Rowan kill Mr. Eisler?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Then that’s settled. Mr. Dunning, obviously it was one of you. By the way, Miss Karlin, I haven’t asked you: did you kill Mr. Eisler?”

  “No.”

  “Mr. Fox. Did you?”

  “No.”

  “When did you first learn of Miss Karlin’s visit to Eisler’s apartment Sunday night?”

  “Today. Two hours ago. Roger told me after you phoned him. If I’d known about it Sunday night or yesterday morning Eisler wouldn’t of got killed there yesterday because he wouldn’t of been there. He would of been in bed or maybe in the hospital.”

  “Then it’s a pity you didn’t know.”

  “Yeah. Roger told me because you told him to bring me along, he didn’t know why and I don’t either, but I can make a guess. You’re a friend of Harvey Greve’s.”

  “Mr. Goodwin is.”

  “Yeah. So Harvey tells him things. He tells him about Nan and me, that we’re fixing to get hitched, which we are, and you—”

  “Not Harvey,” Nan said. “Laura. Laura told him. Because they’ve arrested Cal.”

  “All right, maybe Laura.” Mel stayed at Wolfe. “So that looks like a good setup. Eisler went after my girl and I killed him. So you tell Roger to bring me along. I understand you’re about as slick as they come, you can bend a loop around a corner, but let’s see you try. Here’s Roger says he didn’t tell anybody about Nan going there. Here’s Nan says she didn’t tell anybody but Laura and Roger. So I didn’t know about it unless Eisler told me himself, and that don’t seem practical, and he’s dead. So here I am and it’s your move.”

  “You did know about it!”

  It was Laura Jay’s voice and it came from the waterfall that covered the hole, which was only a couple of arms’ lengths from Roger Dunning, and he jerked around. I bounced up and started for the hall, but had got only halfway when here came Laura.

  She went straight to Mel and stopped, facing him, and spoke. “You knew about it because I told you.” She turned to Wolfe: “Yesterday. I told him yesterday morning. I thought he—”

  She was interrupted. Nan flew at her and smacked her on the side of the head.

  V

  Somehow when two women tie into each other it’s harder to separate them than it is two men. It’s not just that you don’t want to hurt a woman if you can help it; they’re actually more wriggly and you’re more apt to get scratched or bit; and when it’s two active cowgirls it’s a real problem. However, I had help. Roger and Mel were closer than I was, and Roger had Laura’s shoulders, and Mel had Nan around the waist, when I reached them. They yanked them apart, and I merely stepped in between. Laura wriggled free from Roger, but I was there. Mel had Nan wrapped up.

  “Pfui,” Wolfe said. “Miss Jay, your talent for turmoil is extraordinary. Archie, put her—”

  “She’s a liar,” Nan said. She was panting a little, and her eyes were blazing. “I knew it was her. I knew she—”

  “Hold it, Nan,” Mel commanded her. His eyes were narrowed at Wolfe. “So you had it rigged good, huh? So you had her all primed, huh?”

  “I did not.” Wolfe was emphatic. “This is becoming farcical. You were right, up to a point, Miss Karlin. Miss Jay, concerned on account of Mr. Barrow, came to see Mr. Goodwin, to tell him of your experience at Eisler’s apartment. She stated that you made her promise not to tell Mr. Fox, and that she had kept the promise. Thinking it well to have her at hand, I had her shown to a room upstairs and told her to stay there. Her abrupt entry surprised me as much as you. Miss Jay, did you tell Mr. Goodwin that you had not told Mr. Fox?”

  “Yes.” Laura’s chin was up.

  “But you now say you had?”

  “Yes.”

  “Precisely where and when?”

  “Yesterday morning at the hotel. In the lobby after breakfast.”

  “You had breakfast with Mr. Barrow. Was he present?”

  “No. He went to buy some cigarettes, and I saw Mel there and went and told him.”

  “Look here, Laura,” Mel said. “Look at me.”

  Her head came around, slowly, and she met his eyes, straight.

  “You know darned well that ain’t so,” he said. “This slicker talked you into it. He told you that was the way to get Cal out of trouble. Didn’t he?”

  “No.”

  “You mean you can stand there and look me in the eye and he like that?”

  “I don’t know, Mel, I never tried.”

  “Listen, Laura,” Roger Dunning said, to her back. “If it’s on account of Cal, I don’t think you have to. I’ve got a lawyer on it and he’ll soon have him out on bail, thirty thousand dollars. He may be out already. They can’t charge him with murder unless they can show some reason why he wanted to kill Eisler, and there wasn’t any.”

  “It’s not just her,” Mel said. He had backed Nan up and moved in front of her. He turned to me. “You’re slick too, huh?”

  “Not very,” I said. “I manage somehow.”

  “I bet you do. I bet you’re pretty good at answering questions. What if I asked you where you was yesterday while someone was killing Eisler?”

  “That’s easy. I was driving a car. Driving Mr. Wolfe home and then back to Sixty-third Street.”

  “Was anybody else along?”

 
; “Nope. Just us two.”

  “Did you see anybody on the way that knows you?”

  “No.”

  “Did anybody here see you except Wolfe?”

  “No, I didn’t come in. I wanted to get back in time for the roping—I mean the contest, not roping Eisler. You’re asking pretty good questions, but you’ll hit the same snag with me as with Cal Barrow. You’ll have to show some reason why I wanted to kill Eisler.”

  “Yeah. Or why Wolfe would want you to, the man you work for. Or why that Miss Rowan would, the woman that’s hired him.” He turned to Wolfe. “You better look out with this Laura Jay. She ain’t cut out for a liar.” He turned to Laura. “I’ll be having a talk with you, Laura. Private.” He turned to Roger Dunning. “This lawyer you got to get bail for Cal, is he any good?”

  Roger’s long narrow face was even longer. “I think he’s all right. He seems to know his way around.”

  “I want to see him. Come on, Nan. You come along. We’re not going to get—”

  The doorbell rang. Mel had Nan under control, so I went. A glance through the glass of the front door showed me a hundred and ninety pounds of sergeant out on the stoop—Sergeant Purley Stebbins of Homicide. I proceeded, put the chain bolt on, opened the door to the two-inch crack the chain permitted, and said politely, “No clues today. Out of stock.”

  “Open up, Goodwin.” Like a sergeant. “I want Nan Karlin.”

  “I don’t blame you. She’s very attractive—”

  “Can it. Open up. I’ve got a warrant for her and I know she’s here.”

  There was no use making an issue of it, since there had probably been an eye on the house ever since Cramer left. As for the warrant, of course the prints she had left at Eisler’s apartment had caught up with her. But Wolfe doesn’t approve of cops taking anyone in his house, no matter who. “What if you brought the wrong warrant?” I asked.

  He got it from a pocket and stuck it through the crack, and I took it and looked it over. “Okay,” I said, “but watch her, she might bite.” Removing the chain, swinging the door open, and handing him the warrant as he crossed the sill, I followed him to the office. He didn’t make a ceremony of it. He marched across to Nan, displayed the paper, and spoke. “Warrant to take you as a material witness in the murder of Wade Eisler. You’re under arrest. Come along.”

  My concern was Laura. As like as not, she would blurt out that he should take Mel too because she had told him about it, so I lost no time getting to her, but she didn’t utter a peep. She stood stiff, her teeth clamped on her lip. Wolfe let out a growl, but no words. Nan gripped Mel’s arm. Mel took the warrant, read it through, and told Stebbins, “This don’t say what for.”

  “Information received.”

  “Where you going to take her?”

  “Ask the District Attorney’s office.”

  “I’m getting a lawyer for her.”

  “Sure. Everybody ought to have a lawyer.”

  “I’m going along.”

  “Not with us. Come on, Miss Karlin.”

  Wolfe spoke. “Miss Karlin. You will of course be guided by your own judgment and discretion. I make no suggestion. I merely inform you that you are under no compulsion to speak until you have consulted an attorney.”

  Stebbins and Mel Fox both spoke at once. Stebbins said, “She didn’t ask you anything.” Mel said, “You goddam snake.” Stebbins touched Nan’s elbow and she moved. I stayed with Laura as they headed out, Nan and Stebbins in front and Mel and Roger following; seeing them go might touch her off. She still had teeth on her lip. When I heard the front door close I went and took a look and came back.

  I expected to find Wolfe scowling at her, but he wasn’t. He was leaning back with his eyes closed and his lips moving. He was pushing out his lips, puckered, and then drawing them in—out and in, out and in. He only does that, and always does it, when he has found a crack somewhere, or thinks he has, and is trying to see through. I am not supposed to interrupt the process, so I crossed to my desk, but didn’t sit, because Laura was still on her feet, and a gentleman should not seat himself when a lady or a wildcat is standing.

  Wolfe opened his eyes. “Archie.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “It would help to know whether Miss Jay had told Mr. Fox or not. Is there any conceivable way of finding out?”

  I raised a brow. If that was the crack he had been trying to see through he was certainly hard up for cracks. “Not bare-handed,” I said. “It would take a scientist. I know where you can get one with a lie detector. Or you might try a hypnotist.”

  “Pfui. Miss Jay, which is it now, now that Miss Karlin is in custody? Had you told Mr. Fox?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yesterday morning in the hotel lobby?”

  “Yes.”

  “I suppose you understand what that will let you in for—or rather, I suppose you don’t. You will be—”

  The phone rang. I got it. “Nero Wolfe’s office, Archie Goodwin speaking.”

  “This is Cal, Archie. Do you know where Laura is?”

  “I might have an idea. Where are you?”

  “I’m at the hotel. I’m out on bail. They say she went out this morning and she hasn’t been back, and she’s not at the Garden. I thought maybe she might have been to see you.”

  “Hold the wire a minute. I’ll go to another phone.”

  I got my memo pad, wrote on it, Cal Barrow out on bail looking for Laura, get him here & you can check her, tore off the sheet, and handed it to Wolfe. He read it and looked up at the clock. His afternoon date with the orchids was at four.

  “No,” he said. “You can. Get her out of here. Of course you must see him first.”

  I resumed at the phone. “I think I know where to find her. It’s a little complicated, and the best way—”

  “Where is she?”

  “I’ll bring her. What’s your room number?”

  “Five-twenty-two. Where is she?”

  “I’ll have her there in half an hour, maybe less. Stay in your room.”

  I hung up and faced Laura. “That was Cal. He’s out on bail and he wants to see you. I’ll take—”

  “Cal! Where is he?”

  “I’ll take you to him, but I’m going to see him first. I don’t ask you to promise because you’d promise anything, but if you try any tricks I’ll show you a new way to handle a calf. Where’s your jacket?”

  “It’s upstairs.”

  “Go get it. If I went for it you might not be here when I came back.”

  VI

  The Paragon Hotel, around the corner from Eighth Avenue on 54th Street, not exactly a dump but by no means a Waldorf, is convenient for performers at the Garden—of course not including the stars. When Laura and I entered there were twenty or more cow-persons in the lobby, both male and female, some in costume and some not. We went to the elevator, and to my surprise she stuck to the program as agreed upon in the taxi, getting out at the fourth floor to go to her room. I stayed in, left at the fifth, found Room 522 and knocked on the door, and it opened before I was through knocking.

  “Oh,” Cal said. “Where is she?”

  He was still in the same outfit he had worn yesterday—bright blue shirt, blue jeans, and fancy boots. His face wasn’t any fresher than his clothes.

  “She’s in her room,” I said. “She wanted to fix her hair. Before she joins us I want to ask you something. Do I see a chair in there?”

  “Why, sure. Come on in and sit.” He gave me room and I entered. There were two chairs, about all there was space for, what with the bed and chest of drawers and a little table. I took one. Cal stood and yawned, wide.

  “Excuse me,” he said. “I’m a little short on sleep.”

  “So am I. Some things have been happening, but Laura can tell you about them. Miss Rowan has hired Nero Wolfe to investigate, and he knows about what you told me yesterday. Laura can tell you how he found out. I haven’t told the cops or anyone else.”

  He nodded. “I figured yo
u hadn’t or they would have asked me. I guess you’ve got your tongue in straight. I’m mighty glad. I guess I picked the right man to tell.”

  “Frankly, you could have done worse. Now you can tell me something else. Yesterday morning you met Laura downstairs and had breakfast with her. Remember?”

  “Sure I remember.”

  “Mel Fox says that when you and Laura went into the lobby after breakfast you left her and went to the cigar counter to buy cigarettes, and he went and had a little talk with you. Remember that?”

  “I don’t seem to.” He frowned. “I didn’t buy no cigarettes. I got a carton here in my room. Mel must of got mixed up.”

  “I’d like to be sure about this, Cal. Go back to it, it was only yesterday. You and Laura had breakfast in the coffee shop?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then you went into the lobby together. If you didn’t leave her to buy cigarettes, maybe it was to buy a paper. The newsstand is—”

  “Wait a minute. We didn’t go into the lobby. We left the coffee shop by the street door. We went down to the Garden to look at some things.”

  “Then it might have been when you came back. You went into the lobby then.”

  “We didn’t come back. When we left the Garden we went up to that Miss Rowan’s. I guess you might tell me why this is so particular. What does Mel say we talked about?”

  “You’ll know pretty soon. I had to be sure—”

  There was a knock at the door, and he lost no time getting to it. It was Laura. She was running true to form. We had agreed on fifteen minutes, and it had been only ten. The reunion was mighty dramatic. Cal said, “Well, hello.” Laura said, “Hello, Cal.” He stood aside so she wouldn’t have to brush against him as she entered. I arose and said, “You fudged a little but I expected you to.” Cal shut the door and came and said, “Gosh, you look like you got throwed by a camel.”

  I took command. “Look,” I told them, “when I leave you’ll have all the time there is, but now I’ve got some talking to do and you can listen. Sit down.”