with any responsible person you name.'
I just grinned as Derwin stared at me. He stared a long time, then he said, 'Mr. Nero Wolfe is crazy.'
'Oh no,' I said. 'Whatever you bet on, don't bet on that. I haven't finished yet with Nero Wolfe's bet. The rest of it is that somewhere in Barstow's belly, probably just below the stomach, somewhere between one and three inches in from the skin, will be found a short, sharp, thin needle, probably of steel but possibly of very hard wood. It will be pointing upward, approximately at an angle of forty-five degrees if not deflected by a bone.'
Derwin kept staring at me. When I stopped he tried his trick laugh again, but it didn't work so well. 'This is about as big a bunch of nonsense as I've ever heard,' he said. 'I suppose there is a point to it somewhere, if you're not crazy too.'
'There's a point all right.' I reached in my pocket for the check Wolfe had given me. 'There are very few people in the world who would risk ten thousand on a bunch of nonsense, and you can take it from me that Nero Wolfe isn't one of them. Peter Oliver Barstow was murdered, and he's got that needle in him. I say it, Nero Wolfe says it, and this ten grand says it. That's a lot of testimony, Mr. Derwin.'
The lawyer was beginning to look not nearly as happy and pleased as he had when I went in. He got up from his chair and then sat down again. I waited. He said, 'It's preposterous. Absolutely preposterous.'
'Wolfe isn't betting on that.' I grinned. 'He's just betting that it's true.'
'But it can't be. It's merely preposterous and-and monstrous. Whatever the stunt may be you're trying to pull, you've hit the wrong man; I happen to be acquainted with the Barstow family and therefore know the facts. I won't recite them to you; such idiotic nonsense. Do you know who signed the death certificate? I don't suppose-'
'Sure,' I put in, 'Dr. Nathaniel Bradford. Coronary thrombosis. But if all the doctors in the world were as good as him, and if they all said coronary thrombosis, Nero Wolfe's money is still right here ready to talk.'
I had seen the change come over Derwin's face; he had got over his shock and was now ready to be clever. His voice was sharp. 'See here, what's your game?'
'No game at all. None. Except to win ten grand.'
'Let me see that check.'
I handed it to him. He looked it over thoroughly and then pulled his desk telephone over, took off the receiver and in a moment spoke to someone: 'Miss Ritter, please get me the Thirty-fourth Street branch of the Metropolitan Trust Company.' He sat and looked at the check and I folded my arms and got patient. When the bell rang he took the phone again and began asking questions, plenty of them; he certainly made sure there could be no mistake. When he hung up I said pleasantly: 'Anyway we're getting started, now that you know it's real dollars.'
He paid no attention, but just sat frowning at the check. Finally he said in a shrewd voice, 'Do you mean that you are actually empowered to wager this money on that proposition as you stated it?'
'Yes, sir. That check is made out to me, and certified. I can endorse it just like that. If you want to phone Wolfe, the number is Bryant nine, two-eight-two-eight. In order to avoid any misunderstanding, I would suggest that you have your stenographer type a memorandum of the details for us to sign. I should tell you that Wolfe undertakes to furnish no reasons or suggestions or clues and will not discuss the matter. It's a bet, that's all.'
'Bet, hell. You're not expecting any bet. Who do you expect to bet with you, Westchester County?'
I grinned. 'We hoped for Mr. Anderson, but lacking him we're not particular. Anyone with ten thousand dollars; Wolfe wouldn't care; a chief of police or a newspaper editor or maybe some prominent Democrat with a strong sense of civic duty.'
'Indeed!'
'Yes, sir, indeed. My instructions are to do my best to get the money covered before dark.'
Derwin got up, kicking his chair back. 'Hah! Bet? Bluff.'
'You think so, sir? Try me. Try covering it.'
Evidently he had decided something, for with my words he was crossing the room. At the door he turned to say, 'Will you wait here for me ten minutes? I imagine you will, since I have your check in my pocket.'
It wasn't endorsed. He was gone before I could toss a nod at him. I settled down to wait. How was it going, I wondered. Had I passed up any advantages? Would it have been better to postpone my last threat for more stubbornness if he had it in him? How could I force him to act quick? And after all, did this third-rater have the authority or the guts to undertake a thing like this with his boss gone? What Wolfe wanted was quick action; of course I knew he no more expected a bet than I expected him to give me the ten grand for my birthday; he was after an autopsy and that needle. I could see now how he had guessed the needle, but how he had ever connected it with Carlo Maffei in the first place-I stopped myself to switch back to the immediate job. If this Derwin laid down and played dead on me, where would I go next? Between four and six I would have to use my own judgment; I wouldn't dare to interrupt Wolfe with a phone call while he was upstairs with the damn plants. It was now two- fifty. Derwin had been gone ten minutes. I began to feel silly. What if he left me sitting there holding my fingers all afternoon, and him with the check? If I let a third-rate brief-shark do that to me I'd never be able to look Wolfe in his big fat face again. I should never have let him out of my sight, certainly not without getting the check back. I jumped out of my chair and crossed the room, but at the door I calmed down and took it easy; softly I turned the knob and pulled and stuck my head out. There was a dinky hall leading to the outer office, and I could hear the girl on the telephone.
'No, operator, person-to-person. No one but Mr. Anderson will do.'
I waited till she had hung up, then I went on out and over to her desk. 'Would it be much bother to tell me where Mr. Derwin has gone to?'
