an old friend of Barstow's, and he and the son had taken the body in Barstow's own car to the Barstow home six miles away. The doctor had pronounced it heart disease.
The rest was trimmings, all about Barstow's career and achievements and a picture of him and this and that, and how his wife had collapsed when they brought him home and his son and daughter bore up well. After the third reading I just yawned and threw up the sponge. The only connection that I could see between Barstow's death and Carlo Maffei was the fact that Wolfe had asked Anna Fiore if she had seen a golf club, so I tossed the paper away and got up saying to myself aloud, 'Mr. Goodwin, I guess you haven't got this case ready for the closed business file.' Then I took a drink of water and went to bed.
It was nearly ten o'clock when I got downstairs the next morning, for I need eight hours' sleep when I can get it, and of course Wolfe wouldn't be down till eleven. He arose always at eight, no matter what time he went to bed, had breakfast in his room with a couple of newspapers, and spent the two hours from nine to eleven in the plant-rooms. Sometimes I could hear old Horstmann, who tended the plants, yelling at him, while I was dressing or taking a bath. Wolfe seemed to have the same effect on Horstmann that an umpire had on John J. McGraw. Not that the old man really disliked Wolfe, I'm sure he didn't; I wouldn't wonder if he was worried for fear Wolfe's poundage, having at least reached the limit of equilibrium, would topple over and make hash of the orchids. Horstmann didn't think any more of those plants than I do of my right eye. He slept in a little room partitioned off of a corner, and I wouldn't have been surprised if he had walked the floor with them at night.
After I got through in the kitchen with a dish of kidneys and waffles and a couple of glasses of milk- for I absolutely refused to let Fritz dress up the dining-table for my breakfast, which I always had alone-I went out for ten minutes' worth of air, hoofing it down around the piers and back again, and then settled down at my corner desk in the office with the books, after dusting around a little and opening the safe and filling Wolfe's fountain pen. His mail I left on his desk unopened, that was the custom; there wasnt any for me. I made out two or three checks and balanced my expense book, not much to that, things had been so quiet, and then began going over the plant records to be sure Horstmann had his reports up to date. I was in the middle of that when I heard the buzzer in the kitchen, and a minute later Fritz came to the door and said a man named O'Grady wanted to see Mr. Wolfe. I took the card and looked at it and saw it was a new one on me; I knew a lot of the dicks on the Homicide Squad, but I had never seen this O'Grady. I told Fritz to usher him in.
O'Grady was young, and very athletic judging from his make-up and the way he walked. He had a bad eye, conscientious and truculent; from the way he looked at me you might have thought I had the Lindbergh baby in my pocket.
He said, 'Mr. Nero Wolfe?'
I waved at a chair. 'Have a seat.' I glanced at my wrist. 'Mr. Wolfe will be down in nineteen minutes.'
He scowled. 'This is important. Couldn't you call him? I sent in my card, I'm from the Homicide Squad.'
'Sure, I know, that's all right. Just have a seat. If I called him he'd throw something at me.'
He took the chair and I went back to the plant records. Once or twice during the wait I thought I might try pumping him just for the fun of it, but a glance at his face was enough; he was too young and trustworthy to bother with. For nineteen minutes he sat as if he was in church, not saying a word.
He got up from the chair as Wolfe entered the office. Wolfe, as he made steady progress from the door to the desk, bade me good morning, asked me to open another window, and shot a glance at the visitor. Seated at the desk he saw the card I had laid there, then he took a look at the mail, flipping the corners of the envelopes with his quick fingers the way a bank teller does the checks when he is going over a deposit. He shoved the mail aside and turned to the dick.
'Mr. O'Grady?'
O'Grady stepped forward. 'Mr. Nero Wolfe?'
Wolfe nodded.
'Well, Mr. Wolfe, I want the papers and other articles you took yesterday from Carlo Maffei's room.'
'No!' Wolfe lifted his head to see him better. 'Really? That's interesting, Mr. O'Grady. Have a chair. Pull him up a chair, Archie.'
'No, thanks, I've got a job on. I'll just take those papers and-things.'
'What things?'
'The things you took.'
'Enumerate them.'
The dick stuck his chin out. 'Don't try to get funny. Come on, I'm in a hurry.'
Wolfe wiggled a finger at him. 'Easy, Mr. O'Grady.' Wolfe's voice was clear and low, with a tone he didn't use very often; he had used it on me only once, the first time I had ever seen him, and I had never forgotten how it sounded; it had made me feel that if he had wanted to he could have cut my head off without lifting a hand. He went on with it, 'Easy now. Sit down. I mean it, really, sit down.'
I had a chair shoved behind the dick's knees, and he came down onto it slowly.
'What you are getting is a free but valuable lesson,' Wolfe said. 'You are young and can use it. Since I entered this room you have made nothing but mistakes. You were without courtesy, which was offensive. You made a statement contrary to fact, which was stupid. You confused conjecture with knowledge, which was disingenuous. Would you like me to explain what you should have done? My motives are entirely friendly.'
O'Grady was blinking. 'I don't charge you with motives-'
'Good. Of course you had no way of knowing how ill-advised it was to imply that I made a journey to Carlo Maffei's room; unfamiliar with my habits, you were not aware that I would not undertake that enterprise though a Cattleya Dovriana aurea were to be the reward. Certainly not for some papers and-as you say-things. Archie Goodwin,' a finger circled in my direction, 'doesn't mind that sort of thing, so he went. What you should have done was this. First, answered me when I wished you good morning. Second, made your request courteous,
