'Nonsense. I'm reasonable and so are you.'
'Not always, especially you. I have known you to assume-but there's no use in going into that now. It might work. We can give it a try. Second, you'd be in the same fix as me, only worse. Nobody would tell you anything. I've been here before, as you know, but men who have pitched horseshoes and played pinochle and chased coyotes with me, and women who have danced with me, clam up when I want to discuss murder. I've had ten days of that, and you're not only a dude, you're a complete stranger and a freak that wears a vest. Even if you asked me to go and bring A or B or C, and I brought him, you would know as much when he left as when he came. He might tell you how old he is. I doubt if-'
'Archie. If your conclusion about Mr Greve is sound, and I have accepted it, someone knows something that will demonstrate it. Will my presence make it harder for you?'
'No.'
'Very well. Miss Rowan has said I may occupy this room. I would appreciate a full report.'
'It would take all night. We'd better go to bed and-'
'I can't go to bed until my luggage comes.'
'Okay. More beer?'
He said no. I shifted in my chair and crossed my legs. 'This will be the longest row of goose eggs I have ever reported. I have spent ten days on it, and as I said, I haven't got a scrap of evidence pointing to anyone. There are plenty of possibles. Two of them are your fellow guests, very handy for grilling: Miss Diana Kadany, a New York actress so far off Broadway but hoping to make it on, and Mr Wade Worthy, a writer, working on the outline of a book he's going to produce about Miss Rowan's father. They both qualify on means. In a cupboard in the storeroom, which is down the hall, there's a gun that would have done fine-a Mawdsley Special double-decker. Either of them would have trouble hitting a barn with it, let alone a barn door, as they proved a couple of weeks ago when Diana and I took on Worthy and Miss Rowan for a target tournament, but that fits in, since X was a lousy shot. So there's two possibles, right here. Morley Haight, the sheriff, didn't check the gun, with Miss Rowan's permission, until Friday afternoon. It was clean, but there had been plenty of time to see to that.'
'His motive? Or hers?'
'I'll come to it. On opportunity they also qualify. Mimi Deffand, who will cook your breakfast unless you would rather do it yourself had the day off, with Miss Rowan and me picnicking at the river, and she spent it in Timberburg. I haven't pumped my fellow guests, but it appears from conversation that Diana picnicked too, up the creek at what we call the second pool, and got back around six o'clock, so Worthy was here alone. Beautiful. No alibi for either of them, and they would be hot if there was the slightest smell of motive. Neither of them had ever seen Brodell, they say. I saw him a few times last year-he and Farnham came for supper once, and we went there-and he liked shows and had been to New York, I don't know how often. I thought of writing Saul to ask him to see if he could dig up a contact between Brodell and either of them, but you know what a job that is-at five Cs a week, which is what it would cost Miss Rowan.'
'That wouldn't break me,' Lily said, 'but I simply can't believe they were lying when they said they had never seen him or heard of him. That was the day after he came, when I told them the father of Alma's baby was back.'
'I missed a chance,' I said, 'of seeing them with him, but I didn't know he would be dead in about twenty hours. Farnham invited Miss Rowan and her guests to supper Wednesday, and she and Diana went, but Worthy and I didn't. I have no ironbound rule against eating a meal with a man who has seduced a girl, but Brodell wasn't on my list of pets anyhow, so I skipped it and won eighty cents at gin rummy with Worthy, who was off his feed and wanted to go to bed early.'
I flipped a hand. 'They're good samples of the possibles. At the Farnham place there are a cook and houseworker, two wranglers, four dudes, and Farnham himself. At the Bar JR there are Flora Eaton, who does laundry and house chores, Mel Fox, in charge now with Harvey gone, and two cowboys. Carol and Alma, the wife and daughter, are crossed off-not just their mutual alibi, I'll tell you why when we're on details. That's fifteen possibles who were within walking distance, and add the adult population of Monroe County. Anyone could have driven here, and about two miles beyond where you turned off on the lane to this cabin he could have left the car and climbed the ridge. Farnham says that last year Brodell was in Timberburg three or four times, and I spent three days there digging up contacts.'
'He took a box of huckleberries to the girl who sells tickets at the movie theater,' Lily said.
Wolfe grunted. 'Was it a mania? Did he come here from St. Louis only to pick huckleberries?'
I said no, he also rode horses and fished. 'Much of my three days in Timberburg was spent on Gilbert Haight-on people who know him. Besides the Greves, he's the only one with any visible known motive. His alibi could be a phony, but to crack it you'd have to prove that at least three people are liars, and you couldn't expect any help from the county men, since his father is the sheriff. One of the aspects of the situation is Sheriff Haight's personal slants on it. It suits him fine to have Harvey on the hook for murder, because Harvey was pretty active against him when he ran for sheriff. The county attorney, Thomas R. Jessup, is not so keen on it because Harvey helped some to get him elected, but he can't stall even if he wants to because he's stuck with the evidence Haight has collected. Haight would love it if Jessup got a black eye, and vice versa, and it would be nice to find a way to take advantage of that, but I haven't come up with one. I can't even get to Jessup, probably because he thinks the case against Harvey is so strong that he has to go along.'
Wolfe nodded. 'The Attorney General told me that the county attorney is a man of ability and integrity and good judgment.'
'Which may be true, in spite of something he did yesterday. He came here yesterday afternoon with the defence counsel, the lawyer Miss Rowan has hired, to ask her some questions. He wanted to know-they wanted to know-if Miss Rowan had-'
I stopped because I heard a car out front. Lily rose, but I said I would go, and when I did she came along, down the hall and on out to the terrace. It was the taxi, and the hackie had opened the rear door and was lifting out a big tan leather suitcase which hadn't been out of the basement storeroom in the brownstone on West 35th Street for six years. The new guest's luggage had come.
