Gambit

Kaczynski was bitten by a woman today.' You must say 'Miss Mabel Plum bit Mr Kaczynski today.' The leadoff on this must be, 'Daniel Kalmus, attorney for Matthew Blount, has engaged Nero Wolfe to get evidence that Blount did not murder Paul Jerin.' Then further along mention the fact that Wolfe is the greatest detective this side of outer space and has never failed to deliver, with ^e invaluable assistance of the incomparable 31 Archie Goodwin. That's the way to do it.' I was grinning at him. 'I like it. Then the next day you could feature Kalmus's denial.' 'Are you saying it's not Kalmus?' 'I'm not saying. What the hell, it's just as good, even better, leaving it open who hired him, hinting that you know but you're not telling. Next day they'll buy a million Gazettes to find out.' 'Are you going to fill it in any? Now?' 'No. Not a word. Just that he's been hired and has been paid a retainer.' 'Can we say we have it direct from you?' 'Sure.' He turned and got at a phone, the green one. It didn't take long, since he only had enough for one short paragraph. He hung up and turned to me. 'Just in time. Now for tomorrow's follow-up. I don't expect words and music, but what's the slant that makes Wolfe think?' 'Whoa.' I showed him a palm. 'You've got the gall of a journalist. It's my turn. I want everything about everybody that you know or guess but haven't printed.' 'That would take all night. First, off the record, does Wolfe actually expect to spring Blount?' 'Off the record, that's the idea.' I had my notebook out. 'Now. Have they found a container with arsenic in it?' 'I'll be damned.' His head was cocked. 'Does 32 Volfe know that Blount went down to the kitchen for the chocolate and took it up to Jerin?' 'Yes.' 'Does he know that after Jerin had drunk most of the chocolate Blount took the cup and pot away and rinsed them out?' 'Yes.' 'Does he know that Blount chased Jerin out of his apartment and told him to stay away from his daughter?' 'No. Do you?' 'I couldn't prove it, but the word is that the cops can. And one of our men got it?a good man, Al Proctor?he got it from a friend of Jerin's. Do you want to talk to Proctor?' 'No. What for? That would only help on a motive for Blount, and since Blount's innocent why waste time on it? Have they?' 'I will be damned. My God, Archie this is hot! Come on, give! Off the record until you say the word. Have I ever fudged on you?' 'No, and you won't now. Skip it, Lon. Nothing doing. Have they found a container?' He reached for a phone, sat a moment with his fingers on it, vetoed it, and settled back. 'No,' he said, 'I don't think so. If they had I think one of our men would know.' 'Did Jerin know or suspect he had been Poisoned?' ^ don't know.' Gazette men must have talked with men 33 who were there.' 'Sure, but the last four hours, at the hospital, only doctors and nurses were with him and they don't talk.' 'At the club, Jerin didn't point to someone and say, 'You did this, you bastard'?' 'No. If he had, whom should he have pointed to?' 'I'll tell you later. Not today. Who went to the hospital? I know Dr Avery went in the ambulance, and Blount went. Who else?' 'Three of the club members. One of them was Kalmus, the lawyer. I can get the names of the other two if you want them.' 'Not unless it was Hausman or Yerkes or Farrow.' 'It wasn't.' 'Then don't bother. What's the talk in the trade? I've heard this and that, at the Flamingo and around, but I don't see much of journalists except you. What are they saying? Have they got angles?' 'None that you would like. Of course there were plenty of angles the first few days, but not since they took Blount. Now the big question is did Jerin lay Sally or didn't he. That wouldn't interest you.' 'Not a particle. Then they all think Blount s wrapped up? No minority opinion?' 'None worth mentioning. That's why this from you, and Wolfe, is a bomb. Now there vitt be angles.' 34 'Fine. So there's been no interest in anyone else since Blount was charged, but how about before that? The four messengers. Hausman, Yerkes, Farrow, Kalmus. You must have got quite a collection of facts you didn't print.' He eyed me exactly the way he eyed me when I took another look at my hole card, lifted one brow, and raised him the limit. 'I'd give more than a nickel,' he said, 'I'd give a shiny new dime, to know which one of them you want to know about. Damn it, we could help. We have our share of beetle-brains, but also there's a couple of good men. At your service.' 'Wonderful,' I said. 'Send me their names and phone numbers. Tell them not to call me, I'll call them. Now tell me about the messengers. Start with Kalmus.' He told me. Not only what he had in his head; he sent for the files. I filled eight pages of my notebook with the most useless-looking conglomeration of facts you could imagine. Of course you never know; Wolfe had once been able to crack a very hard nut only because Fred Durkin had reported that a certain boy had bought bubble gum at two different places, but there's no point in bothering to tell you that Yerkes had been a halfback at Yale or that Farrow had a habit of getting bounced out of night clubs. I'll keep it to a minimum: T^ ? toist Hausman, seventy-two, retired but still owner of a half interest in a big Wall Street ^nn, was a widower with no children, no 35 friends (Blount didn't count?), and no dogs. His obsession with chess was common knowledge. Owned the finest collection of chessmen in the world, some two hundred sets, one of Imperial jade, white and green. Morton Farrow, thirty-one, single, lived at the Blount apartment on Fifth Avenue (not mentioned by Sally). He was an assistant vicepresident of the Blount Textiles Corporation. Had got a ticket for speeding the night of January thirtieth, the night of the affair at the Gambit Club. Charles W. Yerkes, forty-four, senior vicepresident of the Continental Bank and Trust Company, was married and had two children. At the age of twenty-six he had come out eleventh in a field of fourteen in the annual tournament for the United States chess championship, and had entered no tournament since. Daniel Kalmus, fifty-one, prominent corporation lawyer, a partner in the firm of McKinney, Best, Kalmus, and Green, was a widower, with four children, all married. One of the club members had told a Gazette reporter that he had been surprised that Kalmus had been a messenger instead of playing, because he thought that Kalmus, the club's best player, could have beaten Jerin. And so forth. While I was going through the files Lon made a couple of phone calls and received a couple, but he kept me in a come ^ 36 his eye. Presumably the idea was that ifWoIfe was particularly interested in one of that quartet I might show it by a nicker of the eye or a twist of the lip. Not wanting to disappoint him, I eased a slip of paper out and slipped it up my cuff, and later, when I put the folders back on his desk, he asked, 'Would you like a copy of the item in your sleeve?' 'All right, I tried,' I said, and fingered it out and forked it over. All it had on it, scribbled in pencil, was 218 11:40 a.m. LC says MJN says too much chess A.R. I said, 'If LC means Lon Cohen that may settle it.' 'Go climb a tree.' He dropped it in the wastebasket. 'Anything else?' 'A few little details. What's Sally Blount like?' 'I thought Blount was out of it.' 'He is, but she may have some facts we need, and it'll help to know what to expect when I see her. Is she a man-eater?' 'No. Of course she's still an angle with us, and presumably with the cops. With most girls of her age and class you'll find a little dirt, sometimes a lot, if you dig, but apparently not with her. She seems to be clean, which should be newsworthy but isn't. We have nothing on her, even with Paul Jerin, and I doubt if the cops have.' college?' ^Bennington. Graduated last year.' 'How about her mother? Of course she's not 37 an angle, but she may have some facts too. Know anything about her?' 'I sure do. I've told my wife that she needn't wonder what I'll do if she dies. I'll get Anna Blount. I don't know how, but I'll get her.' 'So you know her?' 'I've never met her, but I've seen her a few times, and once is enough. Don't ask me why. It's not just looks or the call of the glands. She's probably a witch and doesn't know it. If she knew it it would show, and that would spoil it. As you say, she's not an angle, but, with her husband arrested for murder, she's news, and it appears that I'm not the only one. She attracts. She pulls.' 'And?' 'Apparently there is no and. Apparently she's clean too. It's hard to believe, but I'd like to believe it. As you know, I'm happily married, and my wife is healthy, and I hope she lives forever, but it's nice to know that such a one as Anna Blount is around just in case. I can't understand why I don't dream about her. What the hell, a man's dreams are private. If you see her be sure to tell me how you take it.' 'Glad to.' I rose. 'I'm not thanking you this time because I gave more than I got.' 'I want more. Damn it, Archie, just a little something for tomorrow?' I told him he would get more if and when there was more, got my coat and hat from 1ne other chair, and went. 38 I walked downtown. That would have been ideal for arranging my mind, my legs working, my lungs taking in plenty of good cold air, and a few snow-flakes coming at me and then away from me, if there had been anything in my mind to arrange. Even worse, my mind was refusing to cooperate on the main point. I had bought the assumption that Matthew Blount was innocent, but my mind hadn't. It kept trying to call my attention to the known facts, which was subversive. Headed south on Sixth Avenue, my watch said 4:30 as I approached Thirty-fifth Street, and instead of turning I continued downtown. Wolfe wouldn't come down from the plant rooms until six o'clock, and there was no point in going home just to sit at my desk and try to get my mind on something useful when there was nothing useful to get it on. So I kept going, clear to Twelfth Street, turned left, stopped halfway down the long block, and focused on a four-story brick building, painted gray with green trim, across the street. A brass plate to the right of the door, nice and shiny, said GAMBIT CLUB. I crossed the street, entered the vestibule, tried the door, but it was locked, pushed the button, got a click, opened the door, and entered. Of course I was just kidding my mind. There wasn't a chance in a million that I would get ^y new facts for it to switch to, but at least I Gould show it that I was in charge. There was a 39 long rack in the hall, and, as I disposed of my coat and hat, a man appeared in an open doorway on the right and said, 'Yes, sir?' It was Bernard Nash, the steward. There had been a picture of him in the Gazette. He was tall and narrow with a long sad face. I said, 'I'm checking something,' and made for the doorway, but without giving me room to pass he asked, 'Are you from the police?' 'No,' I said, 'I'm a gorilla. How often do you have to see a face?' He would probably have asked to see my buzzer if I hadn't kept moving, and I brushed against him as I went through. It was the big room. Evidently the chess tables had been