Triple Jeopardy (15 page)

From behind I couldnt see where his gaze was directed, but I didnt have to.

The others could, and I saw them. Eleven pairs of eyes, including Purleys - he had finished at the phone and rejoined us - were aimed at the magazine table next to Janets chair from eleven different angles. Up to that moment my brain may have been as paralyzed as the others, but it could still react to a stimulus. I left the stool and stood right behind Wolfe, ready if and when needed.

You mean the magazines'Cramer demanded.

Yes. You subscribe to them, Mr. Fickler'They come through the mail'Then the name and address is on them.

Not on this one, said the dick on the other side of magazine table, picking up the New Yorker on top.

Drop it! Cramer barked. Dont touch it!

No, Wolfe conceded, that comes in a wrapper. But dont. For instance that Time, there on the shelf belie addressee is on the cover. Surely it deserves examina and others too. What if he took it from here and had it his pocket when he stole the car and drove up Broadway'In the excitement of his misadventure he failed to notice at it had dropped from his pocket and was on the seat of i car'

And Wallen found it there, took it, and saw the name ad address on it'You have sent for the equipment and Walts prints, Mr. Stebbins'Then we -

Oh! I remember! Janet cried. She was pointing a finger. You remember, Jimmie'

This morning I was standing here, you came by with a hot towel and you had that magazine and you tossed it under there, and I asked if you had been reading it,

and you said -

Jimmie leaped. I thought his prey was Janet and in spite of everything I was willing to save her life, but Wolfe and the chair were in my way and cost me a fifth of a second. And it wasnt Janet he was after, it was the magazine. He went for it in a hurtling dive and got his hands on it, but then the three dicks, not to mention Cramer and Purley, were on his neck and various other parts of him. It was a handsome pile-up. Janet, except for pulling her feet back under her chair out of harms way, did not move, nor did she make a sound.

I suppose she was considering what to say to the reporters.

Confound it, Wolfe grumbled savagely behind me. My barber.

Anyhow that haircut was practically done.

As stubborn as Cramer was, he never did learn why Wolfe went to get a haircut that day. Eventually he stopped trying. He learned plenty about Jimmie Kirk.

Kirk was wanted as a bail-jumper, under another name, in Wheeling, West Virginia, on an old charge as a car stealer, with various fancy complications such as slugging a respected citizen who had surprised him in the act.

Apparently he had gone straight in New York for a couple of years and had then resumed his former avocation. Unquestionably he had been fortified with liquids that Monday evening. Driving a stolen car while drunk is a risky operation,

especially with a stolen magazine in your pocket.

As for Carl and Tina, I took a strong position on them Tuesday evening in the office after they had been sent up to the south room to bed.

You know damn well what will happen, I told Wolfe. They wont go to Ohio or anywhere else, theyll stay here. Some day, maybe next week, maybe next year,

theyll be confronted and theyll be in trouble. Being in trouble, they will come to me, because Carl likes me and because I rescued them this time -

Wolfe snorted. You did!

Yes, sir. I had already noticed that magazine there several times, and it just happened to catch your eye. Anyhow, I am secretly infatuated with Tina so Ill try to help them and will get my finger caught, and youll have to butt in again because you cant get along without me. It will go on like that year after year.

Why not take care of it now and live in peace'There are people in Washington who owe you something, for instance Carpenter. Start him working on it. Do you want them hanging in the air on a thread over your head the rest of your life'I dont. It will cost a measly buck for a phone call, and I can get that from the fifty they have earmarked for us. I have Carpenters home number, and I might as well get him right now.

No comment.

I put my hand on the phone. Person to person, huh'

Wolfe grunted. I got my naturalization papers twenty four years ago.

I wasnt discussing you. Youve caught it from Janet, I said coldly and lifted the phone and dialed.

The Squirt and the Monkey (See No Evil)

Rex Stout I was doing two things at once. With my hands I was getting my armpit holster and the Marley .32 from a drawer of my desk, and with my tongue I was giving Nero Wolfe a lecture on economics.

The most you can hope to soak him, I stated, is five hundred bucks. Deduct a C for twenty per cent for overhead and another C for expenses incurred, that leaves three hundred. Eighty-five per cent for income tax will leave you with forty-five bucks clear for the wear and tear on your brain and my legs, not to mention the risk. That wouldnt buy -

Risk of what'He muttered that only to be courteous, to show that he had heard what I said, though actually he wasnt listening. Seated behind his desk, he was scowling, not at me but at the crossword puzzle in the London Times.

Complications, I said darkly. You heard him explain it. Playing games with a gun is sappy. I was contorted, buckling the strap of the holster. That done, I picked up my coat. Since youre listed in the red book as a detective, and since I draw pay, such as it is, as your licensed assistant, Im all for detecting for people on request. But this bozo wants to do it himself, using our firearm as a prop. I felt my tie to see if it was straight. I didnt cross to the large mirror on the far wall of the office for a look, because whenever I did so in Wolfes presence he snorted. We might just as well, I declared,

send it up to him by messenger.

Pfui, Wolfe muttered. It is a thoroughly conventional proceeding. You are merely out of humor because you dont like Dazzle Dan. If it were Pleistocene Polly you would be zealous.

Nuts. I look at the comics occasionally just to be cultured. It wouldnt hurt any if you did.

I went to the hall for my things, let myself out, descended the stoop, and headed toward Tenth Avenue for a taxi. A cold gusty wind came at my back from across the Hudson, and I made it brisk, swinging my arms, to get my blood going.

It was true that I did not care for Dazzle Dan, the hero of the comic strip that was syndicated to two thousand newspapers - or was it two million'- throughout the land. Also I did not care for his creator, Harry Koven, who had called at the office Saturday evening, forty hours ago. He had kept chewing his upper lip with jagged yellow teeth, and it had seemed to me that he might at least have chewed the lower lip instead of the upper, which doesnt show teeth. Moreover, I had not cared for his job as he outlined it. Not that I was getting snooty about the renown of Nero Wolfe - a guy who has had a gun lifted has got as much right to buy good detective work as a rich duchess accused of murder - but the way this Harry Koven had programmed it he was going to do the detecting himself, so the only difference between me and a messenger boy was that I was taking a taxi instead of the subway.

Anyhow Wolfe had taken the job and there I was. I pulled a slip of paper from my pocket, typed on by me from notes taken of the talk with Harry Koven, and gave it a look.

MARCELLE KOVEN, Wife Adrian getz, friend or camp follower, maybe both patricia lowell, agent (manager?), promoter pete Jordan, artist, draws Dazzle Dan byram hildebrand,

artist, also draws D.D.

One of those five, according to Harry Koven, had stolen his gun, a Marley .32,

and he wanted to know which one. As he had told it, that was all there was to it, but it was a cinch that if the missing object had been an electric shaver or a pair of cufflinks it would not have called for all that lip-chew not to mention other signs of strain. He had gone out of way, not once but twice, to declare that he had no reason i suspect any of the five of wanting to do any shooting. The and time he had made it so emphatic that Wolfe had ited and I had lifted a brow.

Since a Marley .32 is by no means a collectors item, it was great coincidence that there was one in our arsenal and fthat therefore we were equipped to furnish Koven with the I prop he wanted for his performance. As for the performance itself, the judicious thing to do was wait and see, but there was no point in being judicious about something I didnt like, so I had already checked it off as a dud.

I dismissed the taxi at the address on Seventy-sixth Street, east of Lexington Avenue. The house had had its front done over for the current century, unlike Nero Wolfes old brownstone on West Thirty-fifth Street, which still sported the same front stoop it had started with. To enter this one you went down four steps instead of up seven, and I did so, after noting the pink shutters at the windows of all four floors and the tubs of evergreens flanking the entrance.

I was let in by a maid in uniform, with a pug nose and lipstick about as thick as Wolfe spreads Camembert on a wafer.

I told her I had an appointment with Mr. Koven. She said Mr. Koven was not yet available and seemed to think that settled it, making me no offer for my hat and coat.

I said, Our old brownstone, run by men only, is run better. When Fritz or I admit someone with an appointment we take his things.

Whats your name'she demanded in a tone indicating that she doubted if I had one.

A loud male voice came from somewhere within. Is that the man from Furnaris'

A loud female voice came from up above. Cora, is that my dress'

I called out, Its Archie Goodwin, expected by Mr. Koven at noon! It is now two minutes past twelve!

That got action. The female voice, not quite so loud, told me to come up. The maid, looking frustrated, beat it. I took off my coat and put it on a chair, and my hat. A man came through a doorway at the rear of the hall and approached,

speaking.

More noise. Noisiest goddam place. Up this way. He started up the stairs.

When you have an appointment with Sir Harry, always add an hour.

I followed him. At the top of the flight there was a large square hall with wide archways to rooms at right and left. He led me through the one at the left.

There are few rooms I cant take in at a glance, but that was one of them. Two huge TV cabinets, a monkey in a cage in a corner, chairs of all sizes and colors, rugs overlapping, a fireplace blazing away, the temperature around eighty - I gave it up and focused on the inhabitant. That was not only simpler but pleasanter. She was smaller than I would specify by choice, but otherwise acceptable, especially the wide smooth brow above the serious gray eyes, and the cheekbones. She must have been part salamander, to look so cool and silky in that oven.

Dearest Pete, she said, you are going to stop calling my husband Sir Harry.

I admired that as a time-saver. Instead of the usual pronouncement of names, she let me know that she was Marcelle, Mrs. Harry Koven, and that the young man was Pete Jordan, and at the same time told him something.

Pete Jordan walked across to her as for a purpose. He might have been going to take her in his arms or slap her or anything in between. But a pace short of her he stopped.

Youre wrong, he told her in his aggressive baritone. Its according to plan.

Its the only way I can prove Im not a louse. No one but a louse would stick at this, doing this crap month after month, and here look at me just because I like to eat. I havent got the guts to quit and starve a while, so I call him Sir Harry to make you sore, working myself up to calling him something that will make him sore, and eventually Ill come to a boil and figure out a way to make Getz sore, and then Ill get bounced and I can start starving and be an artist.

Its a plan. He turned and glared at me. Im more apt to go through with it if I Announce it in front of a witness. Youre the witness. My names Jordan, Pete Jordan.

He shouldnt have tried glaring because he wasnt built for it. He wasnt much bigger than Mrs. Koven, and he had narrow shoulders and broad hips. An aggressive baritone and a defiant glare coming from that make-up just couldnt have the effect he was after. He needed coaching.

You have already made me sore, she told his back in a nice low voice, but not a weak one. You act like a brat and youre too old to be a brat. Why not grow up'

He wheeled and snapped at her, I look on you as a mother!

That was a foul. They were both younger than me, and she couldnt have had more

I spoke. Excuse me, I said, but I am not a professional witness. I came to see Mr. Koven at his request. Shall I go hunt for him'

A thin squeak came from behind me. Good morning, Mrs. Koven. Am I early'

As she answered I turned for a look at the owner of the squeak, who was advancing from the archway. He should have traded voices with Pete Jordan. He had both the size and presence for a deep baritone, with a well-made head topped by a healthy mat of gray hair nearly white. Everything about him was impressive and masterful, including the way he carried himself, but the squeak spoiled it completely.

It continued as he joined us.

I heard Mr. Goodwin, and Pete left, so I thought -

Mrs. Koven and Pete were both talking too, and it didnt seem worth the effort to sort it out, especially when the monkey decided to join in and started chattering. Also I could feel sweat coming on my forehead and neck, overdressed as I was with a coat and vest, since Pete and the newcomer were in shirt sleeves. I couldnt follow their example without displaying my holster. They kept it up, including the monkey, ignoring me completely but informing me incidentally that the squeaker was not Adrian Getz as I had first supposed, but Byram Hildebrand, Petes co-worker in the grind of drawing Dazzle Dan.

It was all very informal and homey, but I was starting to sizzle and I crossed to the far side of the room and opened a window wide. I expected an immediate reaction but got none.

Disappointed at that but relieved by the rush of fresh air, I filled my chest,

used my handkerchief on the brow and neck, and, turning, saw that we had company. Coming through the archway was a pink-cheeked creature in a mink coat with a dark green slab of cork or something perched on her brown hair at a cocky slant. With no one bothering to glance at her except me, she moved across toward the fireplace, slid the coat off onto a couch, displaying a tricky plaid suit with an assortment of restrained colors, and said in a throaty voice that carried without being raised, Rookaloo will be dead in an hour.

They were all shocked into silence except the monkey.

Mrs. Koven looked at her, looked around, saw the open window, and demanded, Who did that'

I did, I said manfully.

Byram Hildebrand strode to the window like a general in front of troops and pulled it shut. The monkey stopped talking and started to cough.

Listen to him, Pete Jordan said. His baritone mellowed when he was pleased.

Pneumonia already! Thats an idea!

Thats what Ill do when I work up to making Getz sore.

Three of them went to the cage to take a look at Rookaloo, not bothering to greet or thank her who had come just in time to save the monkeys life. She stepped to me, asking cordially, Youre Archie Goodwin'Im Pat Lowell. She put out a hand, and I took it. She had talent as a handclasper and backed it up with a good straight look out of clear brown eyes.

I was going to phone you this morning to warn you that Mr. Koven is never ready on time for an appointment, but he arranged this himself so I didnt.

Never again, I told her, pass up an excuse for phoning me.

I wont. She took her hand back and glanced at her wrist. Youre early anyway. He told us the conference would be at twelve-thirty.

I was to come at twelve.

Oh. She was taking me in - nothing offensive, but she sure was rating me. To talk with him first'

I shrugged. I guess so.

She nodded, frowning a little. This is a new one on me. Ive been his agent and manager for three years now, handling all his business, everything from endorsements of cough drops to putting Dazzle Dan on scooters, and this is the first time a thing like this has happened, him getting someone in for a conference without consulting me - and Nero Wolfe, no less! I understand its about a tie-up of Nero Wolfe and Dazzle Dan, having Dan start a detective agency'

I put that question mark there, though her inflection left it to me whether to call it a question or merely a statement.

I was caught off guard, so it probably showed on my face - my glee at the prospect of telling Wolfe about a tie-up between him and Dazzle Dan, with full details. I tried to erase it.

Wed better wait, I said discreetly, and let Mr. Koven tell it. As I understand it, Im only here as a technical adviser, representing Mr. Wolfe because he never goes out on business. Of course you would handle the business end, and if that means you and I will have to have a lot of talks -

I stopped because I had lost her. Her eyes were aimed past my left shoulder toward the archway, and their expression had suddenly and completely changed.

They werent exactly more alive or alert, but more concentrated. I turned, and there was Harry Koven crossing to us. His mop of black hair hadnt been combed,

and he hadnt shaved. His big frame was enclosed in a red silk robe embroidered with yellow Dazzle Dans. A little guy in a dark blue suit was with him, at his elbow.

Good morning, my little dazzlers! Koven boomed.

It seems cool in here, the little guy said in a gentle worried voice.

In some mysterious way the gentle little voice seemed to make more noise than the big boom. Certainly it was the gentle little voice that chopped off the return greetings from the dazzlers, but it could have been the combination of the two, the big man and the small one, that had so abruptly changed the atmosphere of the room. Before they had all been screwy perhaps, but all free and easy; now they were all tightened up. They even seemed to be tongue-tied, so I spoke.

I opened a window, I said.

Good heavens, the little guy mildly reproached me and trotted over to the monkeys cage. Mrs. Koven and Pete Jordan were in his path, and they hastily moved out of it, as if afraid of getting trampled, though he didnt look up to trampling anything bigger than a cricket. Not only was he too little and too old, but also he was vaguely deformed and trotted with a jerk.

Koven boomed at me, So you got here! Dont mind the Squirt and his damn monkey.

He loves that damn monkey. I call this the steam room. He let out a laugh. How is it, Squirt, okay'

I think so, Harry. I hope so. The low gentle voice filled the room again.

I hope so too, or God help Goodwin. Koven turned on Byram Hildebrand. Has seven-twenty-eight come, By'

No, Hildebrand squeaked. I phoned Furnari, and he said it would be right over.

Late again. We may have to change. When it comes, do a revise on the third frame. Where Dan says, Not tonight, my dear, make it, Not today, my dear.

Got it'

But we discussed that -

I know, but change it. Well change seven-twenty-nine to fit. Have you finished seven-thirty-three'

No. Its only-

Then what are you doing up here'

Why, Goodwin came, and you said you wanted us at twelve-thirty -

Ill let you know when were ready - sometime after lunch. Show me the revise on seven-twenty-eight. Koven glanced around masterfully. How is everybody'

Blooming'See you all later. Come along, Goodwin, sorry you had to wait. Come with me.

He headed for the archway, and I followed, across the hall and up the next flight of stairs. There the arrangement was different; instead of a big square hall there was a narrow corridor with four doors, all closed. He turned left, to the door at that end, opened it, held it for me to pass through, and shut it again. This room was an improvement in several ways: it was ten degrees cooler,

it had no monkey, and the furniture left more room to move around. The most prominent item was a big old scarred desk over by a window. After inviting me to sit, Koven went and sat at the desk and removed covers from dishes that were there on a tray.

Breakfast, he said. You had yours.

It wasnt a question, but I said yes to be sociable. He needed all the sociability he could get, from the looks of the tray. There was one dejected poached egg, one wavy thin piece of toast, three undersized prunes with about a teaspoonful of juice, a split of tonic water, and a glass. It was an awful sight. He waded into the prunes. When they were gone he poured the tonic water into the glass, took a sip, and demanded, Did you bring it'

The gun'Sure.

Let me see it.

Its the one we showed you at the office. I moved to another chair, closer to him. Im supposed to check with you before we proceed. Is that the desk you kept your gun in'

He nodded and swallowed a nibble of toast. Here in this left-hand drawer, in the back.

Loaded.

Yes. I told you so.

So you did. You also told us that you bought it two years ago in Montana, when you were there at a dude ranch, and brought it home with you and never bothered to get a license for it, and its been there in the drawer right along. You saw it there a week or ten days ago, and last Friday you saw it was gone. You didnt want to call the cops for two reasons, because you have no license for it, and because you think it was taken by one of the five people whose names you gave -

I think it may have been.

You didnt put it like that. However, skip it. You gave us the five names. By the way, was that Adrian Getz, the one you called Squirt'

Yes.

Then theyre all five here, and we can go ahead and get it over with. As I understand it, I am to put my gun there in the drawer where yours was, and you get them up here for a conference, with me present. You were to cook up something to account for me. Have you done that'

He swallowed another nibble of toast and egg. Wolfe would have had that meal down in five seconds flat - or rather, he would have had it out the window. I thought this might do, Koven said. I can say that Im considering a new stunt for Dan, have him start a detective agency, and Ive called Nero Wolfe in for consultation, and he sent you up for a conference. We can discuss it a little,

and I ask you to show us how a detective searches a room to give us an idea of the picture potential. You shouldnt start with the desk; start maybe with the shelves back of me. When you come to do the desk Ill push my chair back to be out of your way, and Ill have them right in front of me. When you open the drawer and take the gun out and they see it -

I thought you were going to do that.

I know, thats what I said, but this is better because this way theyll be looking at the gun and you, and Ill be watching their faces. Ill have my eye right on them, and the one that took my gun, if one of them did it - when he or she suddenly sees you pull a gun out of the drawer thats exactly like it, its going to show on his face, and Im going to see it. Well do it that way.

I admit it sounded better there on the spot than it had in Wolfes office - and besides, he had revised it. This way he might really get what he wanted. I considered it, watching him finish the tonic water. The toast and egg were gone.

It sounds all right, I conceded, except for one thing. Youll be expecting a look of surprise, but what if there are five looks of surprise'At seeing me take a gun out of your desk - those who dont know you had a gun there.

But they do know.

All of them'

Certainly. I thought I told you that. Anyhow, they all know. Everybody knows everything around this place. They thought I ought to get rid of it, and now I wish I had. You understand, Goodwin, all there is to this - I just want to know where the damn thing is, I want to know who took it, and Ill handle it myself from there. I told Wolfe that.

I know you did. I got up and went to his side of the desk, at his left, and pulled a drawer open. In here'

Yes.

The rear compartment'

Yes.

I reached to my holster for the Marley, broke it, removed the cartridges and dropped them into my vest pocket, put the gun in the drawer, shut the drawer,

and returned to my chair.

Okay, I said, get them up here. We can ad lib it all right without any rehearsing.

He looked at me. He opened the drawer for a peek at the gun, not touching it,

and pushed the drawer to. He shoved the tray away, leaned back, and began working on his upper lip with the jagged yellow teeth.

Im going to have to get my nerve up, he said, as if appealing to me. Im never much good until late afternoon.

I grunted. What the hell. You told me to be here at noon and called the conference for twelve-thirty.

I know I did. I do things like that. He chewed the lip some more. And Ive got to dress. Suddenly his voice went high in protest. Dont try to rush me,

understand'

I was fed up, but had already invested a lot of time and a dollar for a taxi on the case, so kept calm. I know, I told him, artists are temperamental. But Ill explain how Mr. Wolfe charges. He sets a fee, depending on the job, and if it takes more of my time than he thinks reasonable he adds an extra hundred dollars an hour. Keeping me here until late afternoon would be expensive. I could go and come back.

He didnt like that and said so, explaining why, the idea being that with me there in the house it would be easier for him to get his nerve up and it might only take an hour or so. He got up and walked to the door and opened it, then turned and demanded, Do you know how much I make an hour'The time I spend on my work'Over a thousand dollars. More than a thousand an hour! Ill go get some clothes on.

He went, shutting the door.

My wristwatch said 1:17. My stomach agreed. I sat maybe ten minutes, then went to the phone on the desk, dialed, got Wolfe, and told him how it was. He told me to go out and get some lunch, naturally, and I said I would, but after hanging up I went back to my chair. If I went out, sure as hell Koven would get his nerve up in my absence, and by the time I got back he would have lost it again and have to start over. I explained the situation to my stomach, and it made a polite sound of protest, but I was the boss. I was glancing at my watch again and seeing 1:42 when the door opened and Mrs. Koven was with me.

When I stood, her serious gray eyes beneath the wide smooth brow were level with the knot in my four-in-hand.

She said her husband had told her that I was staying for a conference at a later hour. I confirmed it. She said I ought to have something to eat. I agreed that it was not a bad notion.