The Father Hunt

and in doing so I completely exposed my position. I made it clear that you are faced with an alternative: either you will answer my questions about certain matters, answers that will satisfy me, or I will give the police information that will move them to investigate thoroughly your relations over the years with two people-Floyd Vance and Carlotta Vaughn, later Elinor Denovo. If you are not conversant with criminal law you may not know why the police will be concerned. Floyd Vance's lawyer, if he knows he can't get his client acquitted, and he can't, because of evidence supplied by Mr. Goodwin and me, will try to get a verdict of accidental homicide or second-degree murder. The police and the* District Attorney will want a verdict of first-degree murder, and to get it they will need to establish a motive. You could verify this by communicating with the police or the District Attorney, but of course you can't do that, since you don't want the details of your connection with those two people to be disclosed. And they would inevitably be disclosed; once; the police get the concrete evidence of the connection, the – checks you sent to Elinor Denovo during those twenty-

three years, they will uncover all the facts. That's a task for which they are admirably equipped.'

Wolfe turned a hand over and said, with no change of tone, 'You had an early breakfast and a long ride. Will you have refreshment of any kind? Coffee or other drink? A sandwich, pastry, fruit? Thyme honey on corn fritters?'

Jarrett's jaw worked. 'Damn your impudence.' He ignored the offer of refreshments, which was a pity, for he had never tasted Fritz's corn fritters coated with wild thyme honey. 'This is blackmail,' he said, 'but even if I would pay, you couldn't deliver. If you don't tell the police about those checks McCray will, or one of the others.'

'No. Not possibly. They have no knowledge, not even a suspicion, of any connection between you and Floyd Vance. Only Mr. Goodwin and I have that.'

'You do not. There is no connection. If you-'

'Mr. Jarrett. Don't talk nonsense. Accept the realities. The mere mention of Floyd Vance's name brought you to the telephone, and what I added brought you here. Pfui. Confound it, you're not well.'

It was something to see, how, in that fix, Jarrett's eyes stayed as hard and cold as when he had told me I was an idiot. 'You're lying about McCray,' he said. 'He's behind this and behind you.'

'No. Only fools tell lies that are vulnerable. My sole concern is the interest of my client, Miss Amy Denovo, the daughter of Elinor Denovo.'

'What do you want? How much?'

'I want nothing but answers to some questions. I want the information that my client hired me to get, that's all-and by the way, my commitment is a limited one. I have engaged only to learn who and what her father was -and is. I will be obliged to tell her only that, and no other information you give me will be repeated to her or to anyone else, either by Mr. Goodwin or by me.'

Wolfe cocked his head. 'You spoke of blackmail. Actually, as I said yesterday, I am showing you more consideration tihan you deserve. A citizen who possesses information relevant to a crime is expected to give it to the police. I could have done that yesterday and saved all this pother. In their investigation they would certainly es-tabHsh the identity of Amy Denovo's father and my

obligation to her would be met, and I would have earned my fee. I go to this unnecessary trouble only to gratify my self-esteem; I prefer to get the information myself, firsthand. I don't want any thanks from you and don't expect any.'

'You won't get any.' Jarrett lifted his feet and kicked the footstool aside. Evidently the pill had helped. 'I answer your questions and you earn your fee, and then you inform the police.'

'No. I have told you, except for the identity of Amy Denovo's father, nothing that you say will be reported to anyone, either by Mr. Goodwin or by me. If as assurance of that you will not accept my word there was no point in your coming.'

Jarrett was visibly reacting. I admit it gave me pleasure to see it, remembering the two sessions I had had with him. His jaw was working, the muscle at the side of his neck was twitching, and his fingers had folded to make fists.

'Floyd Vance is Amy Denovo's father,' he said.

Wolfe nodded. 'As I surmised. How do you know that?'

'Damn you, I'm telling you! I know because… I have personal knowledge. That's the information you say you have been hired to get.'

'It is indeed. But as I said, I must have answers that satisfy me. We'll start at the beginning. In the spring of nineteen forty-four Carlotta Vaughn left your employ and went to work for and with Floyd Vance. Why?'

'I reserve details not essential for your satisfaction.'

'Pfui. Sir, you are a man of sense. You say you are not sick. Since you have declared your knowledge of the basic fact, it's asinine to prolong this by trying to reserve details. The decision on what will satisfy me is for me, not you. This isn't an agreeable conversation for either of us, and let's make it as brief as possible. Why did she leave you and go to Floyd Vance?'

Jarrett's jaw had stopped working and the frozen eyes were leveled at Wolfe. 'I asked her to,' he said. 'I continued to pay her. She was very competent and I thought she would put his business on a sound basis and straighten him out. He didn't know she came from me. He knows nothing about me. My communications to him and about

him have never been direct. My sending Carlotta Vaughn to him was a mistake. When I returned from abroad in September I learned what had happened. He had attracted her and seduced her and she was pregnant. By then she had returned to her senses. She stayed on with him for a month or so, out of stubbornness, hoping to make a man of a fool, but it was impossible, even for her. She left. She disappeared. I felt responsible,