Three For The Chair (11 page)

I GOT SNUBBED AGAIN. As I stepped around to a chair off to one side, Wolfe and Mrs. Kelefy merely glanced at me, and the ambassador didn't even bother to glance. He was talking.

'I am well acquainted,' he was saying, 'with Finletter's theory that in the atomic age we can no longer rely on industrial potential as the dominant factor in another world war, and I think he makes his point, but he goes too far. In spite of that, it's a good book, a valuable book.'

Wolfe placed a slip of paper in it to mark his place ' he dog's-ears his own books ' and put it down. 'In any event,' he said, 'man is a remarkable animal, with a unique distinction. Of all the millions of species rendered extinct by evolution, we are the only one to know in advance what is going to destroy us. Our own insatiable curiosity. We can take pride in that.'

'Yes indeed.' Evidently Kelefy wasn't too upset at the prospect. 'I had hoped, Mr. Wolfe, to offer you my thanks in happier circumstances. The death of Mr. Leeson has turned this little excursion into a tragedy, but even so, I must not neglect to thank you. It was most gracious of you to grant my request.'

'It was a privilege and an honor,' Wolfe declared. No diplomat was going to beat him at it. 'To be chosen as an instrument of my country's hospitality was my good fortune. I only regret, with you, the catastrophe that spoiled it.'

'Of course,' the ambassador agreed. 'I thought also to tell you how I happened to make the request of Secretary Leeson. There is a man who operates a restaurant in Rome, where I was once stationed, by the name of Pasquale Donofrio. I praised his sauce with grilled kidneys, and he said you originated it. I had a similar experience in Cairo, and one in Madrid. And from my friend Leeson, when he had a post in my own capital, I heard something of your exploits as a private detective. So when, here in your country, I was asked to express a personal desire, I thought of you.'

'I am gratified, sir. I am lifted.'

'And my wife joins me in my thanks.' He smiled at her. 'My dear?'

Her dark eyes were as sleepy as ever. Apparently it would take more than a murder to light them up. She spoke. 'I insisted on coming with my husband to thank you, Mr. Wolfe. I too had heard much about you, and the trout was delicious. Really the best I have ever tasted. And another thing, I wanted to ask you, some more of our insatiable curiosity, why didn't you cook the ones my husband caught?'

'Oh yes,' Kelefy agreed. 'I wanted to ask that too.'

'Caprice,' Wolfe said. 'Mr. Goodwin will tell you that I am a confirmed eccentric.'

'Then you really cooked none of mine?'

'That seems to be established.'

'But it's rather fantastic, since it was at my request that you were here. Even a caprice must spring from something.'

'Not necessarily, sir.' Wolfe was patient. 'A whim, a fancy, a freakish dart of the mind.'

The ambassador persisted. 'I apologize for dwelling on this, but I would like to avoid any chance of embarrassment. Mr. Colvin made rather a point of it, probably in his eagerness to get at you, and it would be most unfortunate if it got into the public reports. In a cause celebre, and this will certainly be one, any unexplained fact gives rise to all kinds of wild rumors, and in this instance they will concern me, only because it was the trout I caught that you didn't cook! It's true that that has no conceivable connection with the murder of Secretary Leeson, but the gossips will do their best to invent one, and the position of an ambassador is extremely delicate and sensitive, particularly mine at this moment. You know that, of course.'

Wolfe nodded. 'I do.'

'Then you realize the difficulty. If you refuse to furnish any explanation, or if you only call it the caprice of an eccentric, what will be thought'What will not be thought?'

'Yes.' Wolfe pursed his lips. 'I see your point.' He heaved a sigh. 'Very well. It's not too hard a nut. I can say that my sense of humor is somewhat unorthodox, as indeed it is, and that it amuses me to twist the tails of highly placed persons; that since you had said you wanted to catch a trout and have it cooked by me, and I had traveled here for that express purpose, I thought it would be a nice touch of mockery not to cook any you had caught; and that with me to think is to act. Will that do?'

'Excellently. You will say that?'

'At the moment I see no objection to it. Some unforeseen contingency might of course provide one, so I can't make it a commitment.'

'I wouldn't expect you to.' He was unquestionably a diplomat. 'And I must thank you again. There was another little matter ' but am I imposing on you?'

'Not at all. Like the others, I am merely waiting for the arrival of the attorney general.'

'Then I'll mention it briefly. Mr. Ferris has told me of his conversation with Mr. Bragan in your presence. He told me of it, he said, because my name came into it and it concerned my mission to this country. I told him that I deeply appreciated his telling me, and I also expressed a hope that he would abandon his intention of repeating it to the attorney general. We discussed the matter at some length, and in the end he agreed with me that his intention was ill-advised ' that it would be greatly prejudicial to the negotiations in which we are both interested. He regretted the hot impulse that led him to come to you, and, finding Mr. Bragan here, to proceed as he did. He now feels compunction. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is in some despair because he thinks he has compromised himself by speaking to Mr. Bragan before witnesses, and he thinks it would be futile to come now and ask you and Mr. Goodwin to erase the episode from your memories. I told him it is never futile to ask honorable men to do an honorable thing, and that I would ask you myself. I do so. Believe me, it will serve no useful purpose for Mr. Ferris's outburst to Mr. Bragan to be repeated to anyone anywhere.'

Wolfe grunted. 'I do believe you. On this the commitment can be as firm as you like.' He turned. 'Archie?'

'Yes, sir.'

'We remember nothing of what Mr. Ferris said to Mr. Bragan this afternoon, and no provocation by anyone will refresh our memory. You agree to that?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Our honor has been invoked. On your word of honor?'

'Check. On my word of honor.'

He turned. 'And mine, sir. Is that adequate?'

'It is indeed.' Kelefy said it as if he meant it. 'Mr. Ferris will be delighted. As for me, I cannot properly express my appreciation, but I hope you will permit me to proffer a slight token of it.' He lifted his left hand, and with the fingers of his right one began working at the ring with the emerald. It was a little stubborn, but after some twisting and tugging he got it off. He rubbed it on the sleeve of his jacket, and turned to his wife.

'I think, my dear,' he said, 'it would be fitting for you to present this to Mr. Wolfe. You wanted to come with me to thank him, and this is the symbol of our gratitude. Please beg him to accept it.'

She seemed to hesitate a second, and I wondered if she had cottoned to my suggestion of an earring and hated to give it up. Then she took it without looking at it and extended her hand to Wolfe. 'I do beg you to accept it,' she said, in so low a voice that I barely caught it. 'As a symbol of our gratitude.'

Wolfe didn't hesitate. He took it, looked at it, and closed his fingers over it. I expected him to do it up brown, to come out with something really flowery, but he surprised me again, which wasn't surprising. 'This is quite unnecessary, madam,' he told her. He turned. 'Quite unnecessary, sir.'

Kelefy was on his feet. He smiled. 'If it were necessary it wouldn't be so great a pleasure. I must go and see Mr. Ferris. Thank you again, Mr. Wolfe. Come, my dear.'

I went and opened the door for them. They passed through, with friendly glances for me but no emeralds, and I shut the door and crossed to Wolfe. The light from the windows, which were some distance from him, had started to fade, and he had turned on the reading lamp by his chair and was admiring the emerald under it. I admired it too. It was the size of a hazel nut.

'My word of honor may not be as good as yours,' I said, 'but it has some value. You wear it Monday to Friday, and I'll wear it Saturday and Sunday.'

He grunted. 'You brought your working case in, didn't you?'

'Yes. My gun's in it.'

'I want the best glass, please.'

I went to my room and unlocked the case and got the glass and returned. With it he gave the emerald a real look and then handed them to me. That seemed to imply that I had an equity, so I inspected the green symbol of gratitude from the front, back, and all sides.

'I'm not an expert,' I said, returning it to him, 'and it may be that little brown speck near the center adds to its rarity and beauty, but if I were you I'd give it back to him and ask for a nice clear one like some I saw not long ago in a window at Woolworth's.'

No comment. I went to my room to return the glass to my working case. If I was going to try to sell him on Bragan's offer I'd have to step on it, for time was closing in. I had my opening gun ready to fire as I re-entered his room, but after a couple of steps toward him I stopped dead. He was leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed, and his lips were working. He pushed them out, pulled them back in& push& pull& push& pull&

I stood and stared at him. He did that only when his brain was going full tilt, with all the wheels whirling and all the wires singing What now'What about'I couldn't suspect him of faking because that was the one phenomenon I had never seen him use for putting on an act. When his eyes were closed and his lips were moving like that he was really working, and working hard But on what'No client, no evidence, no itch whatever except to get in the car and start home. However, it was well established that when that fit took him he was not to be interrupted on any account, so I went to a window for another look out. The trooper was still on post, with his back to me. The sun had gone behind the trees, maybe even below the rim, and dusk was coming on. I couldn't see the light going if I kept my eyes on one spot, but I could if I kept them there for thirty seconds, then shifted to another spot for thirty seconds, and then back again. I had caught on to that out in Ohio about the time I was catching my first shiner.

Wolfe's voice turned me around. 'What time is it?' I glanced at my wrist. 'Twenty minutes to eight.' He had straightened up and was stretching his eyes open. 'I want to make a phone call. Where?'

'There's one in the big room, as you know. There must be extensions, surely one in Bragan's room, but I haven't seen any. I understand that phone calls are being permitted, but they're monitored. There's a cop in the big room, and not only that, you can bet they've tapped the line outside.'

'I must phone. It's essential.' He put his hands on the chair arms and levered himself up. 'What is Nathaniel Parker's home number?'

'Lincoln three four-six-one-six.'

'Come on.' He headed for the door.

I followed him down the hall and into the big room. The trooper was there, going around switching lamps on. He gave us a glance but no words. On the table with the phone there was a tray with an empty plate and coffee cup, so apparently he had been foddered. When Wolfe picked up the phone he moved in our direction, but uttered no protest and didn't draw his gun. Wolfe had taken out his notebook and opened it on the table, and from across the table the trooper focused on it, but all he saw was a blank page.

Wolfe was speaking: 'Person-to-person call to a New York City number. This is Whiteface seven-eight-oh-eight. My name is Nero Wolfe. I wish to speak to Mr. Nathaniel Parker in New York, at Lincoln three four-six-one-six.'

I thought the trooper looked as if he would enjoy a bone, so I told him, 'Parker's our lawyer. A reputable member of the bar and a very fine man. He's got me out of jail three times.'

He was in no humor for conversation. He stood. I stood. At that time of evening it didn't take long for the call to get through, and soon Wolfe was telling the receiver, 'Mr. Parker?& Yes, Nero Wolfe. I hope I didn't interrupt your dinner& I'm calling from Mr. Bragan's lodge in the Adirondacks& Yes, of course you've heard& I need some information from you, mais il faut parler francais exclusivement. Vous comprenez?& Bien & '

He went on. The trooper was up against it. The phone calls were probably being recorded out at the tap, but no doubt he was supposed to stand by and note the substance, and he couldn't note meaningless sounds. The changes on his face kept me informed. First, he didn't know French, that was obvious. Next, he had an impulse to reach and cut the connection ' he even started a hand out ' but voted it down. Next, he tried looking intelligent and superior, indicating that he understood it perfectly, but gave it up when he glanced at me and met my eye. Next, he decided to pretend that there was no problem involved at all, that he was standing there only to see that Wolfe didn't twist the phone cord. Going through all the phases took a lot of time, a quarter of an hour or more, and he was doing pretty well with the last one when Wolfe did him a favor by getting out his pencil and starting to write in the notebook. That gave the cop something to look at, and was a big relief to both of us, though I doubted if he could read Wolfe's fine small handwriting upside down at a distance of five feet. I was closer, and, stretching my neck, saw that he was writing the same lingo he was speaking. Since I don't know French either, I just looked intelligent.

Wolfe filled a page of the notebook and part of another, and then suddenly went back to English. 'Thank you very much, Mr. Parker. Satisfactory. I apologize for interrupting your dinner, but it was urgent& No, I have nothing to add and nothing more to ask& Yes, I shall, but I doubt if I'll need you again. Good-by, sir.'

He hung up, put the notebook in his pocket, turned to me, and opened his mouth to speak, but didn't get it out. The door to the veranda swung open and people entered ' first District Attorney Colvin, then a medium-sized guy with a round red face and big ears, and last Sheriff Dell.

Colvin, seeing us, stopped and turned. 'That's Nero Wolfe. Wolfe and Goodwin.' He came on. 'Wolfe, this is Mr. Herman Jessel, attorney general of the state of New York. I've told him how things stand, and he'll talk with you first. Now.'