chat.”
I walked out.
Nero Wolfe 43 - The Father Hunt
8
When Wolfe came down to the office from the plant rooms at eleven o’clock Friday morning, Saul Panzer ($10 an hour and worth double that), Fred Durkin ($8 an hour and worth it), and Orrie Cather ($8 an hour and usually worth it) were on three of the yellow chairs facing me, with notebooks in their hands. They had been there an hour. Saul, wiry and a little undersized all but his ears and nose, could have occupied about any spot in life that appealed to him, but he had settled for free-lance operative years ago because he could work only when he wanted to, make as much money as he needed, be outdoors a lot, and wear his old wool cap from November 1 to April 15. A reversible cap like that, light tan on one side and plaid on the other, and not there at all if you stick it in a pocket, can be a help when you’re tailing. Fred, shorter than me but some broader, was apt to fool you. Just when you decided that it was too bad that some of his muscle power couldn’t be traded in for brain power, he might get a wedge in where it was hard to see a crack. It was too bad that Orrie knew how good-looking he was. A mirror can be a handy tool, either your own or one on a wall, but not if you’re more interested in checking on your hair than in the subject.
They got up when Wolfe entered, and when, after shaking hands around because he hadn’t seen them for weeks, he went to his desk, they shifted their chairs to face him. I told him that they had been briefed and given expense money and that we had discussed Orrie’s assignment, checking Jarrett’s alibi. Wolfe looked at Saul and asked, “Comments?”
Saul closed Ms notebook. “I could make a few dozen. Who couldn’t'But if we want to place her from March to October nineteen forty-four, the snag is that we don’t know when she switched from Carlotta Vaughn to Elinor Denovo. To place someone that long ago is always tough, and that makes it a lot tougher.”
“But you think that should be tackled first?”
“For Fred and me, yes. Of course the son is the best bet, or rather, he’s the only bet as it stands now, but that’s for you and Archie. McCray. Ballou told Archie that he wanted to meet you.”
Wolfe tightened his lips. Paying four grown men and paying them well, or the client was, and he had to work. He growled. “Archie. Get Mr. McCray. I’ll talk.”
You would think that getting through to a vice-president would be easier and quicker than to a president, but it wasn’t. Some underling positively wouldn’t put Mr. McCray on until Mr. Wolfe was on, and when they were both on, voice to voice, Wolfe got clogged too. He was polite enough, saying how he would appreciate it if Mr. McCray would come at three o’clock, but McCray wasn’t even sure he could come at six, and wouldn’t Monday do'He wanted to get away for the weekend, but finally agreed to make it at six or a little after.
The trio stayed until lunchtime. I got a Washington call through to a three-star general at the Pentagon who hadn’t forgotten something Wolfe had once done for him, strictly private, and he told Wolfe he would be glad to see Orrie Cather and give him any assistance that security would permit. Most of the hour and a half was spent on Saul’s and Fred’s program. All they would have were the two names and the photographs; they didn’t even know if during those long-gone months she had slept among eight million others in New York or in some suburb-or even in Wisconsin. We had the names of only four people who had known her then: the Jarretts, father and son and daughter, and Bertram McCray. The daughter lived in Italy, and McCray had told me that all he knew about Elinor Denovo after she moved out of the Jarrett house was that he had seen her there three or four times during those six or seven months. It’s hard to start when you have nowhere to start from. The best we could do was
three feeble stabs: Fred, with
I walked out.
Nero Wolfe 43 - The Father Hunt
8
When Wolfe came down to the office from the plant rooms at eleven o’clock Friday morning, Saul Panzer ($10 an hour and worth double that), Fred Durkin ($8 an hour and worth it), and Orrie Cather ($8 an hour and usually worth it) were on three of the yellow chairs facing me, with notebooks in their hands. They had been there an hour. Saul, wiry and a little undersized all but his ears and nose, could have occupied about any spot in life that appealed to him, but he had settled for free-lance operative years ago because he could work only when he wanted to, make as much money as he needed, be outdoors a lot, and wear his old wool cap from November 1 to April 15. A reversible cap like that, light tan on one side and plaid on the other, and not there at all if you stick it in a pocket, can be a help when you’re tailing. Fred, shorter than me but some broader, was apt to fool you. Just when you decided that it was too bad that some of his muscle power couldn’t be traded in for brain power, he might get a wedge in where it was hard to see a crack. It was too bad that Orrie knew how good-looking he was. A mirror can be a handy tool, either your own or one on a wall, but not if you’re more interested in checking on your hair than in the subject.
They got up when Wolfe entered, and when, after shaking hands around because he hadn’t seen them for weeks, he went to his desk, they shifted their chairs to face him. I told him that they had been briefed and given expense money and that we had discussed Orrie’s assignment, checking Jarrett’s alibi. Wolfe looked at Saul and asked, “Comments?”
Saul closed Ms notebook. “I could make a few dozen. Who couldn’t'But if we want to place her from March to October nineteen forty-four, the snag is that we don’t know when she switched from Carlotta Vaughn to Elinor Denovo. To place someone that long ago is always tough, and that makes it a lot tougher.”
“But you think that should be tackled first?”
“For Fred and me, yes. Of course the son is the best bet, or rather, he’s the only bet as it stands now, but that’s for you and Archie. McCray. Ballou told Archie that he wanted to meet you.”
Wolfe tightened his lips. Paying four grown men and paying them well, or the client was, and he had to work. He growled. “Archie. Get Mr. McCray. I’ll talk.”
You would think that getting through to a vice-president would be easier and quicker than to a president, but it wasn’t. Some underling positively wouldn’t put Mr. McCray on until Mr. Wolfe was on, and when they were both on, voice to voice, Wolfe got clogged too. He was polite enough, saying how he would appreciate it if Mr. McCray would come at three o’clock, but McCray wasn’t even sure he could come at six, and wouldn’t Monday do'He wanted to get away for the weekend, but finally agreed to make it at six or a little after.
The trio stayed until lunchtime. I got a Washington call through to a three-star general at the Pentagon who hadn’t forgotten something Wolfe had once done for him, strictly private, and he told Wolfe he would be glad to see Orrie Cather and give him any assistance that security would permit. Most of the hour and a half was spent on Saul’s and Fred’s program. All they would have were the two names and the photographs; they didn’t even know if during those long-gone months she had slept among eight million others in New York or in some suburb-or even in Wisconsin. We had the names of only four people who had known her then: the Jarretts, father and son and daughter, and Bertram McCray. The daughter lived in Italy, and McCray had told me that all he knew about Elinor Denovo after she moved out of the Jarrett house was that he had seen her there three or four times during those six or seven months. It’s hard to start when you have nowhere to start from. The best we could do was
three feeble stabs: Fred, with
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