Cramer was in a box. My taking him the contents of those cartons and the letter, if the prints matched, certainly made us material witnesses, but if he herded us downtown and we performed as programmed by Wolfe, and we would, he would have to plug his ears for the horse laughs. If he and Stebbins waited there to go down to the office with us there was nowhere to sit, and standing around waiting may be all right for a sergeant but not for an inspector.
Stebbins muttered, apparently to himself, 'God, I'd love to knock him off that stool.' He looked at Cramer. 'We take 'em down and lock 'em up and kick 'em out before the lawyer comes.'
Actually Cramer is not a fool, not at all. Stebbins must have sold him the bright idea of coming before eleven and invading the plant rooms. He jerked his head and a hand toward the door, an order, and the sergeant obeyed. He stepped to the door and opened it, and when Cramer was through he followed him, leaving the door wide open. Theodore went and shut it, and Wolfe looked at the electric clock which controlled the temperature and some of the ventilation. It was six minutes to eleven.
I asked, 'Is this card really off?'
'No. Stay here.' He turned to Theodore. 'Those Odontoglossum pyramus aren't ready for sevens: Put them in sixes. Do you agree?'
'No,' Theodore said. 'A little extra room won't hurt them any.'
I didn't listen to that argument, which took ten minutes; I was concentrating on what Cramer and Stebbins would find when they went through our desks, and congratulating myself for having undraped the red leather chair. I had to stay, of course, not only because Wolfe had told me to; if I had followed them down they would have started in on me and I might overdo it, the way I felt.
They would probably be expecting us to come down together in the elevator, so when Wolfe left the stool and unbuttoned the smock I said I would take the stairs and went. Since all three flights are carpeted, noise was no
problem, and they didn't even know I was there, in the office doorway, until I spoke. Stebbins was seated at my desk, with two drawers open, and Cramer was over by the cabinets but with none of them open because they had locks.
I said, 'I hadn't opened the safe yet. Sorry.'
Cramer about-faced and narrowed his eyes at me. Stebbins merely took more papers from a drawer and started leafing through them. A cop inside the house. The sound came of the elevator descending, and it stopped, and as Wolfe came I stepped into the office. He entered, halted, shot a glance at Cramer, glared at Stebbins, who went right on with papers, and said, 'Get Mr. Parker. I'll take it in the kitchen.'
'What did you expect?' Cramer demanded. 'Knock it off, Purley. Goodwin wants his chair. Come on, move!'
Stebbins tossed papers on my desk, a mess, got to his feet in no hurry, and went to get one of the yellow chairs. He likes to be with his back to a wall. By the time he had the chair where he wanted it Cramer was in the red leather chair and Wolfe, at his desk, had a drawer open to see if it was in order. He made a face and turned to Cramer. 'The briefer we make this the better. You want to know who made those fingerprints.'
'You're damned right I do. And I want-'
'I know what you want, but something I want comes first. I will not have that man'-he aimed a straight finger at Stebbins-'in my house. Ransacking my office? Pfui. I would like to exclude you too, but someone even less tolerable would probably replace you. Archie. On a letterhead, Mr. Vance's name and both addresses and telephone numbers. One carbon.'
It took longer than usual to get paper and carbon in the typewriter on account of the mess Stebbins had made. As I typed Cramer said something, saw that Wolfe wasn't listening and didn't intend to, and shut his trap. As I rolled the paper out Wolfe said, 'One to each,' and I went and handed Cramer the original and Stebbins the carbon, and Wolfe told Cramer, 'Get him out of here.'
You have to admit that he knows when he can get away with what. In any ordinary circumstances he wouldn't
Jteve tried telling Cramer to get Stebbins out of there, but I had just given him the name and address of a man who had left his cigar case in a hit-and-run car.
Cramer said to Wolfe, 'Floyd Vance. Was it his prints on that stuff you sent me?'
Wolfe said, 'Yes. He made most of them last evening, in my presence, and Mr. Goodwin's, sitting in that chair.'
Cramer turned to Stebbins and said, 'Get him and take him in.'
Stebbins got up and went.
So that man was out of there. As he turned into the hall Wolfe said, 'You have been scampering around on a hot day and would presumably like something to drink, but you have forfeited your right to civilities. We've given you the name of a man you've been seeking for more than three months. What else do you want?'
The air conditioning had dried the sweat on Cramer's forehead and taken some of the red from his face. 'I want plenty,' he said. 'I want one good reason why you and Goodwin shouldn't be charged with withholding information of a crime and obstructing justice. I want to know how long you have known that this Floyd Vance was the driver of that hit-and-run car, and how you spotted him. I want to know if he's the father you said you were looking for, and if so, and Elinor Denovo was the mother, I want to know why he killed her.'
'That will take a lot of talking, Mr. Cramer.'
'It sure will. Even for you. Go right ahead.'
Wolfe adjusted his bulk in the chair. 'First, withholding information. Last Thursday Mr. Goodwin gave you our word that if we got anything you might be able to use we would pass it on to you before we made any use
