'Yeah, I went down there. He was eating soup, and he's like you about meals, business is out. I waited on him a little, carried his bread and butter and so on, and came on home.'
'Describe him.'
'Well… he hasn't much to offer to the eye. He weighs a hundred and thirty-five, five feet seven. Brown cap and pink necktie. A cat scratched him on the cheek and he didn't clean it up very well.
Brown eyes, pointed nose, wide thin mouth but not tight, pale healthy skin.'
'Hair?'
'He kept his cap on.'
Wolfe sighed. I noticed that the tip of his finger was doing a little circle on the arm of his chair. He said, 'Sixty-five hours. Get him and bring him here at once.'
I got up. 'Yeah. Alive or dead?'
'By persuasion if possible, certainly with a minimum of violence, but bring him.'
'It's five minutes to four. You'll be in the plant-rooms.';
'Well? This house is comfortable. Keep him.'
I got some things from a drawer of my desk and stuffed them in my pockets, and beat it. • / sy
16
I was not ever, in the Chapin case or any other case, quite as dumb as the prosecution would try to make you believe if I was on trial for it. For instance, as I went out and got into the roadster, in spite of all the preconceptions that had set up housekeeping in my belfry, I wasn't doing any guessing as to the nature of _ the fancy notion Wolfe had plucked out of his contemplation of his sins. My _ guessing had been completed before I | left the office. On account of various considerations it was my opinion that he was cuckoo – I had told him that Cramer had had the dick in for a talk – but it was going to be diverting whether it turned out that he was or he wasn't.
I drove to Perry Street and parked fifty feet down from the Coffee Pot. I had already decided on my tactics. Considering what I had learned of Pinkie's reaction to the diplomatic approach, it didn't seem practical to waste any time on persuasion.
I walked to the Coffee Pot and glanced in.
Pinkie wasn't there; of course it was nearly two hours till his soup time. I strolled back down the street, looking in at all the chances, and I went the whole long block to the next corner without a sign either of Pinkie, Fred Durkin, or anything that looked like a city detective. I went back again, clear to the Coffee Pot, with the same result. Not so good, I thought, for of course all the desertion meant that the beasts of prey were out trailing their quarry, and the quarry might stay out for a dinner and a show and get home at midnight. That would be enjoyable, with me substituting for Fred on the delicatessen sandwiches and Wolfe waiting at home to see what his notion looked like. '
I drove around the block to get the foadster into a better position for | surveying the scene, and sat in it and Waited. It was getting dark, and it got dark, and I waited.
A little before six a taxi came along and stopped in front of 203. I tried to get a glimpse of the driver, having Pitney Scott on my mind, and made out that it wasn't him. But it was the cripple that got out.
He paid, and hobbled inside the building, and the taxi moved off. I looked around, taking in the street and the sidewalk.
Pretty soon I saw Fred Durkin walking up from the corner. He was with another guy. I climbed out to the sidewalk and stood there near a street light as they went by. Then I got back in. In a couple of minutes Fred came along and I moved over to make room for him.
I said, 'If you and the town dick want to cop a little expense money by pairing up on a taxi, okay. As long as nothing happens, then it might be your funeral.'
Durkin grinned. 'Aw, forget it. This whole layout's a joke. If I didn't need the money -'
'Yeah. You take the money and let me do the laughing. Where's Pinkie?'
'Huh? Don't tell me you're after the runt again!'
'Where is he?'
'He's around. He was behind us on the ride just now – there he goes, look, the Coffee Pot. He must have gone down Eleventh. He takes chances. It's time for his chow.'
I had seen him going in. I said, 'All right. Now listen. I'm going to funny up your joke for you. You and the town dick are pals.'
'Well, we speak.'
'Find him. Do they sell beer at that joint on the corner? – Okay. Take him there and quench his thirst. On expense.
Keep him there until my car's gone from in front of the Coffee Pot. I'm going to* take Pinkie for a ride.' 1 'No! I'll be damned. Keep his necktie for me.'
