I shook my head regretfully. 'Sorry, confidential business. Ask Wolfe.'
'I intend to. You won't show me the notes?'
'Certainly not.'
'Very well. Now. Last but not least. Why did Wolfe send a man out to Richdale last night to get Anne Tracy?'
'Search me. I wasn't here when he sent him.'
'Were you here when she came?'
'Yes.'
'Well?'
I grinned at him. 'When I was a kid out in Ohio we had a swell comeback for that. If someone said Well?' to you, you said, 'Enough wells will make a river.' Wasn't that a stunner?'
'You bet it was. Had Lewis Hewitt engaged Wolfe to arrange for payment to W. G. Dill of the amount Anne Tracy's father had stolen, and get a release?'
I stared at him. 'By golly, that's an idea,' I said enthusiastically. 'That's pretty cute. Hewitt took her to dinner-'
The door opened and Fritz entered. I nodded at him.
'A young man,' Fritz said, being discreet.
'Who?' I asked. 'Don't mind the Inspector; he already knows everything in the world-'
Fritz didn't get a chance to tell me, because the young man came bouncing in. It was Fred Updegraff. He stopped in the middle of the room, saw Cramer, said, 'Oh,' looked at me and demanded:
'Where's Miss Tracy?'
I surveyed him disapprovingly. 'That's no way to behave,' I told him. 'Inspector Cramer is grilling me. Go to the front room and wait your turn-'
'No.' Cramer stood up. 'Get Miss Tracy down here and I'll take her to the front room. I want to see her before I have a talk with Wolfe, and then we can all go to the D.A.'s office together.'
'The hell we can,' I remarked.
'The hell we can. Send for her.'
I sent Fritz. He used the elevator, since a lady was involved. In the office you could hear it creaking and groaning up, and pretty soon it came down again and jolted to a stop. When Anne entered Fred looked at her the way a blind man looks at the sun. I hoped I wasn't that obvious, and anyway she wasn't very sunny. She tried to greet us with a kind of smile, but with the red-rimmed eyes and the corners of the mouth down it certainly wasn't the face that had stolen the show from a million flowers.
Cramer took her to the front room and shut the soundproof door behind him. I went to my desk and took advantage of this first chance to open the morning mail. Fred wandered around restlessly, looking at the titles of books on the shelves, and finally sat down and lit a cigarette.
'Am I in the way?' he asked.
'Not at all,' I assured him.
'Because if I am I can wait outdoors. Only I got a little chilly. I've been out there since eight o'clock.'
I abandoned the mail to swivel around and stare at him in awe.
'Good God,' I said, stupefied. 'You win.' I waved a hand. 'You can have her.'
'Have her?' He flushed. 'What are you talking about? Who do you think you are?'
'Brother,' I said, 'who I am can be left to the worms that eventually eat me, but I know who I am not. I am not a guy who swims the Hellespont, nor him who-he who flees the turmoil of battle to seek you know what on the silken cushions of Cleopatra's barge. I'm not the type-'
The phone rang and I put the receiver to my ear and heard Wolfe's voice: 'Archie, come up here.'
'Right away,' I said, and arose and asked Fred, 'Which do you want, whisky or hot coffee?'
'Coffee, if it's not-'
'Righto. Come with me.'
I turned him over to Fritz in the kitchen and mounted the three flights to the plant rooms. It was a sunny day and some of the mats were drawn, but mostly the glass was clear, especially in the first two rooms, and the glare and blaze of color was dazzling. In the long stretch where the germinating flasks were, of course the glass was painted. Theodore Horstmann was there examining the flasks. I opened the door into the potting room, and after taking one step stopped and sniffed. My nose is good and I knew that odor. One glance at Wolfe there on his special stool, which is more like a throne, showed me that he was alive, so I dived across to the wall and grabbed the valve to turn it. It was shut tight.
'What's the matter?' Wolfe inquired peevishly.
'I smelled ciphogene. I still do.'
'I know. Theodore fumigated those plants a little while ago and opened the door too soon. There's not enough to do any harm.'
