mentioned, the offer of two Cs had been a mistake. Delusions of grandeur. Wolfe, being in a pickle, would probably have stood for it, but I put in. 'Nothing doing,' I said firmly. 'Ten a day and found, and wait till you taste the found.' I touched his elbow. 'Come on and I'll show you your room.'
Nero Wolfe 30 - And Four To Go
Chapter 3
FIVE HOURS LATER, at seven-eighteen that evening, I went to answer the doorbell and found Inspector Cramer on the stoop. Since Lon Cohen had phoned around four o'clock to say that Mrs. Bynoe had been murdered, and to ask for copy, which he didn't get, I had expected company sooner, but of course it had taken a little time for them to get a line on the photographers who had had box seats, or stands, in front of the church.
Tabby had chosen to lunch in his room from a tray instead of joining us in the dining room, but afterward he had relaxed enough to go with me to the basement to shoot some pool, and I spent the rest of the afternoon there with him, with time out for answering three phone calls and for performing a chore I thought advisable, namely, taking the roll of film from the Centrex and locking it in a desk drawer. We were in the basement when the doorbell rang, and I took Tabby up with me and sent him on upstairs before I opened up. Also, seeing Inspector Cramer through the one-way glass panel, I stepped into the office to see that the spray of Vanda wasn't on view and to tell Wolfe who the caller was. He put down the book he was reading and growled.
After letting me take his hat and coat in the hall, which showed that he didn't intend merely to fire a couple of shots and go, Cramer tramped ahead into the office, and when I entered he was seated in the red leather chair near the end of Wolfe's desk and was declining an invitation to have some beer; and as I crossed to my desk he spoke to my back.
'You, Goodwin. I want information, and I want it straight and fast. What were you doing in front of Saint Thomas's today?'
I sat and raised my brows. 'Why start there'Take the whole day. I woke up at eight o'clock, realized it was not only Sunday but also Easter Sunday, and decided to enjoy-'
'Stop clowning and answer my question!'
'Pfui,' Wolfe muttered.
I shook my head at Cramer. 'You know better than that. Even when you're worked up, as I can see you are, you still know better. What's the ground?'
His keen blue-gray eyes, looking smaller than they were on account of his big round face, were hard at me. 'Damn you,' he said, 'I'm in a hurry, but I ought to know you by this time. A woman named Mrs. Millard Bynoe left that church today while you were there at the curb taking pictures. Her husband and a man named Frimm were with her. They crossed the avenue and walked east on Fifty-fourth Street, and in the middle of the block she suddenly collapsed and had convulsions, and she died there on the sidewalk. The body was taken to the morgue, and the preliminary report says there are signs of strychnine, and a needle was found in her abdomen. Details of the needle are being withheld, except that it is hollow and it had contained strychnine, and from its size and shape it could have been shot at her by a spring mechanism from a range up to twenty feet, maybe more, depending on the mechanism.'
Cramer's eyes darted to Wolfe and back to me. 'You want ground. It was approximately twelve minutes-say ten to fifteen-after she left the church that she collapsed on the sidewalk. As she was leaving the church there were at least five cameras aimed at her, five that I know about, and you were aiming one of them. What for?'
I was meeting his eyes. 'You've got ground, all right,' I conceded. 'You asked what I was doing in front of Saint Thomas's today, and you sure have a right to know, so I'll tell you.'
I did so, with all details of my words and actions, except that I didn't mention Tabby or Mrs. Bynoe or orchids, and I didn't include the fact that I had been present when Mrs. Bynoe collapsed. My
Nero Wolfe 30 - And Four To Go
Chapter 3
FIVE HOURS LATER, at seven-eighteen that evening, I went to answer the doorbell and found Inspector Cramer on the stoop. Since Lon Cohen had phoned around four o'clock to say that Mrs. Bynoe had been murdered, and to ask for copy, which he didn't get, I had expected company sooner, but of course it had taken a little time for them to get a line on the photographers who had had box seats, or stands, in front of the church.
Tabby had chosen to lunch in his room from a tray instead of joining us in the dining room, but afterward he had relaxed enough to go with me to the basement to shoot some pool, and I spent the rest of the afternoon there with him, with time out for answering three phone calls and for performing a chore I thought advisable, namely, taking the roll of film from the Centrex and locking it in a desk drawer. We were in the basement when the doorbell rang, and I took Tabby up with me and sent him on upstairs before I opened up. Also, seeing Inspector Cramer through the one-way glass panel, I stepped into the office to see that the spray of Vanda wasn't on view and to tell Wolfe who the caller was. He put down the book he was reading and growled.
After letting me take his hat and coat in the hall, which showed that he didn't intend merely to fire a couple of shots and go, Cramer tramped ahead into the office, and when I entered he was seated in the red leather chair near the end of Wolfe's desk and was declining an invitation to have some beer; and as I crossed to my desk he spoke to my back.
'You, Goodwin. I want information, and I want it straight and fast. What were you doing in front of Saint Thomas's today?'
I sat and raised my brows. 'Why start there'Take the whole day. I woke up at eight o'clock, realized it was not only Sunday but also Easter Sunday, and decided to enjoy-'
'Stop clowning and answer my question!'
'Pfui,' Wolfe muttered.
I shook my head at Cramer. 'You know better than that. Even when you're worked up, as I can see you are, you still know better. What's the ground?'
His keen blue-gray eyes, looking smaller than they were on account of his big round face, were hard at me. 'Damn you,' he said, 'I'm in a hurry, but I ought to know you by this time. A woman named Mrs. Millard Bynoe left that church today while you were there at the curb taking pictures. Her husband and a man named Frimm were with her. They crossed the avenue and walked east on Fifty-fourth Street, and in the middle of the block she suddenly collapsed and had convulsions, and she died there on the sidewalk. The body was taken to the morgue, and the preliminary report says there are signs of strychnine, and a needle was found in her abdomen. Details of the needle are being withheld, except that it is hollow and it had contained strychnine, and from its size and shape it could have been shot at her by a spring mechanism from a range up to twenty feet, maybe more, depending on the mechanism.'
Cramer's eyes darted to Wolfe and back to me. 'You want ground. It was approximately twelve minutes-say ten to fifteen-after she left the church that she collapsed on the sidewalk. As she was leaving the church there were at least five cameras aimed at her, five that I know about, and you were aiming one of them. What for?'
I was meeting his eyes. 'You've got ground, all right,' I conceded. 'You asked what I was doing in front of Saint Thomas's today, and you sure have a right to know, so I'll tell you.'
I did so, with all details of my words and actions, except that I didn't mention Tabby or Mrs. Bynoe or orchids, and I didn't include the fact that I had been present when Mrs. Bynoe collapsed. My
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