The Father Hunt

'I don't know about every day. But most of the time, yes, she was there. He was in public relations. I don't know if he still is, I know nothing about him. He left Number Ten-I think it was two years after Carlotta left.'

'I have the impression that your liking for Carlotta didn't extend to him,'

'It didn't. I didn't know him, really, and I didn't want to. He thought he was handsome and charming, and perhaps he was, but I thought he was-well, flashy. Not the kind of man I would work either for or with. And if you -good lord, is he your client?'

'He is not. I doubt if there are many men of any kind you would work for or with.'

She smiled, more with her mouth than her eyes. 'I've never tried and don't intend to. I wouldn't mind having a man of your kind working for me. How much does Nero Wolfe pay you?'

'Nothing. I work for love of the job. I meet interesting people like you. If I get fed up and quit I'll come and remind you. Speaking of quitting, do you suppose Carlotta quit Vance because her opinion of him was about the same as yours? She might have said-'

The phone again-an important customer, judging from the conversation-and then she made calls to two employees, giving one of them detailed instructions and the

other one hell. As she hung up she looked at her watch. 'It's getting late,' she said, 'and I have a pile of work.'

'So have I, thanks to you.' I rose to my feet. 'Do you suppose your opinion of Vance rubbed off on Carlotta?'

'I doubt it. If it did she wouldn't have told me. She was very… self-contained.'

'Do you shake hands with men?'

She laughed-a good healthy laugh. 'Occasionally. If I want them to do something.'

'Then I qualify.' I put a hand out. 'You want me to leave.'

Her grip was firm and friendly. 'If you get fed up,' she said, 'I could pay you fifteen thousand to start.'

'I'll remember. What color roses do you like?'

'Green with black borders. If you sent me ten dozen roses I'd sell them to some customer. I'm a businesswoman.'

She certainly was.

13

When Wolfe came down from the plant rooms at six o'clock, I was sprawled in my chair, no necktie, with my shoes off and my feet up on one of the yellow chairs, reading a magazine. As he crossed to his desk I gave him a lazy nod, yawned, and returned to the magazine. The sound came of his chair taking the seventh of a ton. I didn't see his glare because my back was turned, but I felt it. He demanded, 'A stroke? The heat?'

I turned my head around casually. 'No, sir, I'm fine. I'm just relaxing. Saul phoned a few minutes ago and I invited him to dinner. The job is finished. Floyd Vance is Miss Denovo's father. I was going to ring her and tell her, but maybe you'd rather tell her yourself.'

'Pfui. Report.'

I got my feet to the floor, no hurry, straightened up, and bent over to put my shoes on. When I am doing desk work the door to the hall and most of the room are behind me, and on the wall back of my desk is a mirror five feet wide and four feet high, for keeping an eye on people. I used it to put my tie on, combed my hair with my fingers, swiveled, and said, 'I don't suppose you'll ever want the painful details of what led up to it, but if you do I'll be glad to oblige. An hour and a half ago a woman named Dorothy Sebor who runs, repeat runs, a shopping service in Rockefeller Center, said to me, 'But what can I possibly tell you about Ten East Thirty-ninth Street? I left there eighteen years ago. I loved that dump. Sit down.' If you don't mind I'll use my formula, not yours. I prefer T and 'she' to 'Goodwin' and 'Sebor.' '

I gave it to him verbatim, with him, as always, leaning

back with his eyes closed. When I finished he sat for a full minute, no movement, and then moved only his lips to mutter, 'Very satisfactory.'

'It was about time,' I said with feeling. 'Questions.'

His eyes opened. 'Why roses?'

I nodded. 'I expected that. It came out without thinking, probably because she had struck me as not the type for orchids. She could probably get a lot more for Nero Wolfe orchids than for run-of-the-nursery roses.'

'We'll send her some sprays of Phalaenopsis Aphrodite. They have never been finer. Having had time to consider it, you regard the job as finished?'

'I was just smacking my lips after so many hungry days. One will get you fifty that Floyd Vance is the father, but I admit it wouldn't be enough for a jury. It might be enough for the client, but I also admit there are other angles.'

'Specify them.'