woman who lives in Los Angeles objected that she wanted to work at home and would have to take part of the week getting there, so it was arranged to stagger the deadlines for the postmarks according to how long it would take each one to get home. The meeting ended shortly before eleven o'clock, and they left and separated. Four of them, from out of town, had rooms at the Churchill. One who lives in New York, a young woman named Susan Tescher, presumably went home.'
'Get on, damn it,' Assa snapped.
'I'm making it as brief as possible, Vern. – -Dahlmann also presumably went home. He was a bachelor and lived alone in an apartment on Perry Street. A woman came at seven in the morning to get his breakfast, and when she got there this morning he was on the floor of the living room, dead. He was shot through the heart, from the back, and a cushion from a divan was used to muffle the sound. She ran and got the building superintendent, and the police were notified, and they came and went to work. You may need more facts about the murder when they're available--he was found only four hours ago--but you may not, because that's not what you're needed for. You're needed for something more urgent than murder.'
I uncrossed my legs. Something more urgent than murder called for muscles set to go.
Hansen was leaning forward, his palms on his knees. 'Here's the crux of it. No one knew the answers in that contest but Louis Dahlmann. He had written all the verses himself-the original twenty, the five to break the first tie, with seventy-two contestants, and the five to break the second tie, with five contestants. Of course the answers for the first twenty had to be known to the crew of checkers and recorders, after the deadline had passed and they started to work, but he himself checked the answers of the seventy-two who were in the first tie. With the third group, the five in the second tie, he guarded the verses themselves almost as strictly as the answers. He typed the verses personally and made only seven copies. One copy was placed in a safe deposit vault, one he kept- I'm not sure where--and the other five were given by him last evening to the five contestants at the meeting.'
'He kept it in his wallet,' O'Garro said.
Hansen ignored it. 'Anyway, the point is not the verses but the answers. I speak of the answers to the last group of five verses--the others don't matter now. Of course it was merely the names of five women, with an explanation of the fitness of the verses for them. There was supposed to be only one copy in existence. It had been typed by Dahlmann on an LBA letterhead, signed by him and initialed by Buff, O'Garro, and Assa, with the answers covered so they couldn't see them, and then put in the safe deposit vault, in a sealed envelope, with five men present. So as I said, no one knew the answers but Dahlmann.'
'As far as we know,' Oliver Buff put in.
'Certainly,' the lawyer agreed. 'To our knowledge.'
'My God, reach the point,' Assa rapped out.
'I am. But at the meeting last evening Dahlmann did an extremely reckless thing. When he-'
'Worse than reckless,' Buff declared. 'Irresponsible! Criminal!'
'That may be a little strong. But it was certainly ill-advised. When he was ready to hand out the new group of verses he took some envelopes from his inside breast pocket, and other things came with them-other papers and his wallet. He passed the envelopes around, and then -you tell it, Pat, you were there.'
O'Garro obliged. 'After he gave them the envelopes he started to return the other stuff to his pocket, then he hesitated a moment, smiled around at them, opened the wallet, took a piece of folded paper from it and held it up, and told them he wanted to make-'
'No. Exactly what he said.'
'He said, 'I just wanted to make sure I wasn't leaving this here on the table. It's the names of the women who fit the verses I just gave you.' Then he slipped the paper back in the wallet and put it in his pocket.'
'Criminal!' Buff blurted.
'How soon after that did the meeting end?'
'Almost immediately. They were so anxious to take a look at the verses we couldn't have held them if we had wanted to, and we didn't.'
Hansen leaned to Wolfe. 'There it is. When Dahlmann's body was found he was fully dressed, in the same clothes. Everything was in his pockets, including a roll of bills, several hundred dollars, except one thing. The wallet was gone. We want--Lippert, Buff and Assa want you to find out which one of those five people took it, and today if possible. They're in New York. Four of them were going to take planes this morning, but we stopped them by telling them that the police will have to see them.' He glanced at his wrist watch. 'We have appointments at the District Attorney's office, but they can wait What do you need to get started fast?'
'Quite a little.' Wolfe sighed. 'Am I being engaged by the firm of Lippert, Buff and Assa? Is that correct?'
Hansen turned his head. 'Oliver?'
'Yes,' Buff said, 'that's correct.'
'I charge extravagantly. The amount of the fee is left open?'
'Yes.'
'To hell with the fee,' Assa said, a noble attitude.
'Where,' Wolfe asked, 'is Mr. Lippert?'
'There is no Lippert. He died ten years ago.'
'Then he's through with perfume contests. – -You said, Mr. Hansen, that you want me to find out which of those five people took the wallet. I won't undertake it. It's too restricted. What if none of them did?'
'For God's sake.' Hansen stared. 'Who else?'
