Death of a Doxy (Crime Line)

'You're damn right I do.'

'Then you might help. You could write Fleming a letter, calling him Thales, and telling him you want the five grand he got from X – or most of it. Tell him that Isabel told you everything, maybe even hint that you think he killed her and you know why. Of course he would have to see you, and also, if he killed Isabel, he would have to kill you, and it would be a cinch for us to arrange to have evidence of that. So we'd have him. Happy ending.'

She laughed, and she was such a good laugher that I caught it and joined in. When she had it under control she said, 'You're not married, are you?'

I shook my head. 'Nope.'

'Never?'

'Nope. I've asked at least a thousand.'

'I'll bet. I was once, and what a year that was. Do you know what I'm going to do when you leave?'

'Nope.'

'I'm going to stand at the window and look out, and think it's a damn shame that it simply won't work. Anyway, if I'm going to get killed, all you'd get out of it would be a trip to the cemetery. This letter. Exactly what do I say?'

I waved a hand. 'Forget it. A gag is for a laugh, and I got it.'

'Nuts.' She aimed a finger at me. 'Listen, you. ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA. You came to deal me in. Don't spoil it with a phony shuffle. Ten to one, twenty to one, you and Nero Wolfe wrote it out and you've got it in your pocket. Let's see it.'

She would have had me if I hadn't taken the trouble to memorize it. 'Thank God,' I said, 'you decided not to marry me. I'd get a Charley horse just trying to keep up. All right, we did discuss what the letter might say. But if you write it and I mail it, the minute he gets it you're a sitting duck. Tomorrow's Saturday. If you write it now and I mail it, he'll get it tomorrow morning. He might move fast and he might try anything. At ten o'clock tomorrow morning I'll be here, outside in the hall, and Saul Panzer, the rat, will be down in the lobby. When you leave, we leave with you, and we stick, and you don't try any dodges just to show that you know what men are for and what they're not for. At the Ten Little Indians we'll be there, and so will Fred Durkin, and one of us will be here, in the hall, all night. And so on until something happens.'

'That's screwy,' she said. 'How could anything happen with all you heroes right there?'

'Leave that to us. We can't arrange details until we see how he reacts. You're willing to give it a try?'

'Certainly. The way you danced me in, I have to. Anyway, I want to. Nobody has ever tried to kill me, and it will make me feel important. All my life I have wanted to feel important.'

'So has everybody else. But it must be understood that you will follow sugges – you will obey orders. You'll do exactly what you're told. What do you swear on, the Bible?'

'No, some of the men in it are awful, and so are the women. We'll shake.' She offered a hand.

It was a purely professional contact, but it was a fact that she had nice hands, and I said so. 'Before we go to work on the letter,' I said, 'I should mention the possibility that Stella may open it and read it. That would make it a different situation, but maybe even a better one. Anyhow, tomorrow is Saturday and he'll probably be there. Now the letter. We had the idea of addressing it to Milton Thales, care of Barry Fleming, but that would just be a stunt. Mr. Wolfe likes stunts. Would you call him Barry or Mr. Fleming?'

'I've never seen him. Mr. Fleming.'

'Okay. On the hotel stationery. Dear Mr. Fleming. As you know, I was Isabel's closest friend, and we told each other everything. She told me all about Milton Thales, and how you got that five thousand dollars, and how she felt about it. She also told me she was going to tell her sister, and that she would tell you first that she was going to tell her. That didn't surprise me, I knew her so well. But I wonder if that had anything to do with what happened to her, and I would like to know. One thing, considering how you got that five thousand dollars, I don't think you should keep it. I think you should give it to me and I'll give it to some charity. I expect to hear from you soon. I live at this hotel. Sincerely yours. Of course the wording can be changed, as long as the points are covered.'

She was frowning. 'That's a lot of lies for one short letter.'

'Only one lie, that she told you. The fact is, I told you. All the rest is true. You do wonder if that had anything to do with what happened to her, and you would like to know. You're sticking your neck out to find out.'

'I'm sticking my neck out because you smooth-tongued me into it. I never thought -'

'Whoa. Back up. I couldn't possibly smooth-tongue you into doing something you didn't want to do. Do you want to do it?'

'Oh, damn you, yes.' She sat up, and the orchid fell out of the V. 'Go in the other room and I'll come in ten minutes. I can't write in bed.'

I timed her. It was twenty-two minutes. She wasn't perfect.

Chapter 12