'Yes.'
'You served brandy to Mr Frost.'
'Yes, I believe I did. How did- Oh, Noel told you.'
'No, his sister told me. I had the idea of trying to get from her who could, and who could not, have drugged Mr Vail's drink, but abandoned it. Such an inquiry is nearly always futile; memories are too faulty and interests too tangled. The point is simple: Mr Vail must have been drugged when he was pulled off the couch and across to the statue, therefore someone put something in his drink. That's the explanation.'
The reaction to that was perceptible. Purcell stared, not blinking. 'Pulled?' he asked. 'You said pulled?'
'Yes.'
'But he wasn't pulled. Unless you mean he pulled himself.'
'No. He was unconscious. Someone pulled him across to the statue, to the desired spot, and pushed the statue over on him. I'm not going to elaborate on that, not now, to you; I mentioned it only because I felt I owed you an explanation of Mr Tedder's remark about Mr Vail's drink.'
'But you're saying Jimmy was murdered.'
'Yes.'
'But the police don't say he was.'
'No?'
'But you didn't tell Noel that.'
'But I did.'
'You told Noel Jimmy was murdered?'
'Yes.'
'You don't know that. You can't.'
'The word `know' has various connotations. I have formed that conclusion.'
'Then you didn't really-you don't care about Dinah Utley. You've been taking advantage of me.' His cheeks were red. 'You've been making a fool of me.' He got to his feet. 'Noel should have told me. That wasn't fair. You should have told me too. I guess I am a fool.' He turned and headed for the door.
I stayed in my chair. There are times when it's better to let a departing guest get his own hat and open the door for himself. When I heard it close I went to the hall to see that he had remembered to cross the sill before he shut it, then went back to my desk. Wolfe had straightened up and was making faces.
'If he's it,' I said, 'if he's not a fool, you might as well cross it off.'
He made another face.
CHAPTER 10
I have never completely understood Wolfe's attitude on food and eating and probably never will. In some ways it's strictly personal. If Fritz presents a platter of broiled squabs and one of them is a little plumper or a more beautiful brown than the others, Wolfe cops it. If the supply of wild thyme honey from Greece is getting low, I am given to understand, through Fritz, that plain American honey on griddle cakes is quite acceptable. And so on. But it really pains him if I am out on a prolonged errand at mealtime because I may insult my palate with a drugstore sandwich, and, even worse, I may offend my stomach by leaving it empty. If there is reason to believe that a caller is hungry, even if it is someone whom he intends to take apart, he has Fritz bring a tray, and not scraps. As for interruptions at meals, for him there is absolutely nothing doing; when he is once in his chair at the table he leaves it only when the last bite of cheese or dessert is down. That's personal, but he has tried off and on to extend it to me, and he would if I would stand for it. The point is, does he hate to have my meal broken into because it interrupts his, or because it interrupts mine, or just on general principles? Search me.
Anyhow, he does. So when the phone rang while I was helping myself to another beef fillet, and Fritz answered it and came to say that Mrs Vail wished to speak to Mr Wolfe, and I pushed back my chair to go, Wolfe growled and glowered. He didn't tell me not to go, because he knew I would go anyway.
When I told our former client that Wolfe was at dinner and said he could call her back in half an hour, she said she wanted to see him. Now. I said okay, if she left in ten minutes he would be available when she arrived, and she said no, she couldn't come, she was worn out, and she sounded like it.
'That narrows it down,' I told her, 'if it's too private for the phone. Either I come there and get it and bring it back, or let it wait.'
'It mustn't wait. Doesn't he ever go anywhere?'
'Not on business.'
'Can you come now?'
I glanced at my wrist. 'I can be there by nine o'clock. Will that do?'
She said she supposed it would have to, and I returned to the dining room and my place and asked Fritz to bring my coffee with my pie. The routine is back to the office for coffee because that's where the one and only chair is, and Wolfe's current book is there if I'm going out. When he had finished his pie and put his fork down, I said I was going to call on Mrs Vail by request and asked for instructions.
He grunted. 'Intelligence guided by experience. You know the situation. We owe her nothing.'
I went. Having gone out to the stoop to feel the weather and decided I could survive without a coat, I walked to Eighth Avenue and got an uptown taxi. On the way uptown I looked it over. Wolfe's statement that I knew the situation left out something: I knew it from my angle, but not from his. He might already have made some deduction, not final; for instance, that Noel Tedder was a kidnaper, a murderer, and a liar. Or sister Margot, or Uncle Ralph. It wouldn't be the first time, or even the twentieth, that he had kept a deduction to himself.
