Goodwin the period was nine to twelve.'
'That was tentative. The stomach contents squeezed it a little. Nine to eleven.'
'Good. Mr Goodwin was here with me. Of course you have learned, or tried to, how many people knew of the plan to allure Jacobs. How many?'
'So far, forty-seven.'
'They have all been spoken with?'
'All but two who are out of town.'
'Do any of them merit attention?'
'They all do as long as we're on this theory. None of them especially. We haven't spotted anything that looks like a lead.'
Wolfe grunted. 'No wonder you want to confirm my conclusion. What about the routine'Is it still assumed that the body was taken there in a motor car?'
'Yes. Or a helicopter or a wheelbarrow.'
Wolfe grunted again. 'I am aware, Mr Cramer, that you are too canny to jump to conclusions. I'll lump a hundred questions into one. Have you learned anything helpful from inspection of the scene, or examination of the body and clothing, or random inquiries?'
'Yes. That the blade of the knife was an inch wide and at least five inches long, that there was probably no struggle, and that he died between nine and eleven Monday night.'
'Nothing else?'
'Nothing worth mentioning. Nothing to chew on.'
'You have of course inquired about the payments made to Alice Porter, Simon Jacobs, and Jane Ogilvy, in settlement of the claims. If our theory is sound, substantial portions of those payments eventually found their way to another person.'
'Certainly.'
'Then who?'
'There is no record. In each case the check settling the claim was deposited and then a large amount was withdrawn in cash. We're still on that, but it looks hopeless.'
'A moment ago, speaking of Mrs Jacobs, you said, 'She says.' Do you question her candor?'
'No. I think she's straight.'
'And she has no idea where her husband was going, or whom he was going to see, when he went out Monday evening?'
'No.'
'Did he have anything with him that was not found on his body?'
'If he did she doesn't know it.'
Wolfe shut his eyes. In a moment he opened them. 'It is remarkable,' he remarked, 'how little a large group of competent trained investigators can gather in a night and a day. I intend no offense. You can't pick plums in a desert. Archie. Type this with two carbons: 'I acknowledge receipt of (list the items) from Nero Wolfe, as a personal loan to me. I guarantee to return all of the above-named items, intact, to Nero Wolfe not later than seven p.m. Friday, May 29th, 1959.' Make a package of the items.'
'One thing,' Cramer said. He put the cigar in the ashtray on the stand at his elbow. 'You've got a client. That committee.'
'Yes, sir.'
'Okay, that's your business. My business is to investigate homicides as an officer of the law. I've answered your questions because you've got something I need and we made a deal, but that doesn't mean I'm sanctioning your horning in on my business. I've told you this before and I'm telling you again. Watch your step. Some day you're going to lose a leg, and don't expect me to give a damn.'
'I won't.' Wolfe eyed him. 'I promise you, Mr Cramer, that I will never plead your sanction to justify my conduct. My engagement with my client is to catch a swindler. Apparently he is also a murderer, and if so your claim will be superior. If and when I get him I'll bear that in mind. I don't suppose you challenge my right to expose a swindler?'
The rest of it was rather personal. I was busy typing the receipt and guarantee and then collecting the items and making the package, so I missed some of it. When I was tying the string it occurred to Cramer that he wanted to check the items against the list in the receipt, so I had to unwrap it, and then it occurred to him to ask about fingerprints on the manuscripts. You mustn't judge his abilities as a police inspector by that performance; Wolfe always has that effect on him. He gets behind.
When I returned to the office after letting him out it was only half an hour till dinnertime, and Wolfe had
'That was tentative. The stomach contents squeezed it a little. Nine to eleven.'
'Good. Mr Goodwin was here with me. Of course you have learned, or tried to, how many people knew of the plan to allure Jacobs. How many?'
'So far, forty-seven.'
'They have all been spoken with?'
'All but two who are out of town.'
'Do any of them merit attention?'
'They all do as long as we're on this theory. None of them especially. We haven't spotted anything that looks like a lead.'
Wolfe grunted. 'No wonder you want to confirm my conclusion. What about the routine'Is it still assumed that the body was taken there in a motor car?'
'Yes. Or a helicopter or a wheelbarrow.'
Wolfe grunted again. 'I am aware, Mr Cramer, that you are too canny to jump to conclusions. I'll lump a hundred questions into one. Have you learned anything helpful from inspection of the scene, or examination of the body and clothing, or random inquiries?'
'Yes. That the blade of the knife was an inch wide and at least five inches long, that there was probably no struggle, and that he died between nine and eleven Monday night.'
'Nothing else?'
'Nothing worth mentioning. Nothing to chew on.'
'You have of course inquired about the payments made to Alice Porter, Simon Jacobs, and Jane Ogilvy, in settlement of the claims. If our theory is sound, substantial portions of those payments eventually found their way to another person.'
'Certainly.'
'Then who?'
'There is no record. In each case the check settling the claim was deposited and then a large amount was withdrawn in cash. We're still on that, but it looks hopeless.'
'A moment ago, speaking of Mrs Jacobs, you said, 'She says.' Do you question her candor?'
'No. I think she's straight.'
'And she has no idea where her husband was going, or whom he was going to see, when he went out Monday evening?'
'No.'
'Did he have anything with him that was not found on his body?'
'If he did she doesn't know it.'
Wolfe shut his eyes. In a moment he opened them. 'It is remarkable,' he remarked, 'how little a large group of competent trained investigators can gather in a night and a day. I intend no offense. You can't pick plums in a desert. Archie. Type this with two carbons: 'I acknowledge receipt of (list the items) from Nero Wolfe, as a personal loan to me. I guarantee to return all of the above-named items, intact, to Nero Wolfe not later than seven p.m. Friday, May 29th, 1959.' Make a package of the items.'
'One thing,' Cramer said. He put the cigar in the ashtray on the stand at his elbow. 'You've got a client. That committee.'
'Yes, sir.'
'Okay, that's your business. My business is to investigate homicides as an officer of the law. I've answered your questions because you've got something I need and we made a deal, but that doesn't mean I'm sanctioning your horning in on my business. I've told you this before and I'm telling you again. Watch your step. Some day you're going to lose a leg, and don't expect me to give a damn.'
'I won't.' Wolfe eyed him. 'I promise you, Mr Cramer, that I will never plead your sanction to justify my conduct. My engagement with my client is to catch a swindler. Apparently he is also a murderer, and if so your claim will be superior. If and when I get him I'll bear that in mind. I don't suppose you challenge my right to expose a swindler?'
The rest of it was rather personal. I was busy typing the receipt and guarantee and then collecting the items and making the package, so I missed some of it. When I was tying the string it occurred to Cramer that he wanted to check the items against the list in the receipt, so I had to unwrap it, and then it occurred to him to ask about fingerprints on the manuscripts. You mustn't judge his abilities as a police inspector by that performance; Wolfe always has that effect on him. He gets behind.
When I returned to the office after letting him out it was only half an hour till dinnertime, and Wolfe had
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