'Coming hell. She's skipped!'
'Skipped?'
'Gone! Left! Departed! And you knew she was going to! You had me send a man up there on a run- around! Damn you, Wolfe, I've told you twenty times that some day-'
'Please, Mr Cramer.' Wolfe was frowning in distaste. 'I beg you, sir. I don't make a game of run sheep run out of a murder. I hadn't the faintest notion that Madame Zorka intended to skip. She telephoned here-what time, Archie?'
I glanced at my pad. 'Eleven twenty-one.'
'Thank you. And told us something. Archie told her he would get Miss Tormic and call on her at her apartment, from where she was talking. Then we made a brief investigation and decided it would be better to have the matter discussed with you present. As you know, I never go out on business, so we asked you to bring them here. Since her phoning here was by her own volition, and since she expected Archie and Miss Tormic to call, it is odd that she should leave her apartment.'
'Yeah. Especially with a bag and a suitcase.'
Wolfe's brows went up. 'But I presume you were having her followed?'
'No! Why should we? Have I got a million men on the squad to tail everybody on the premises every time there's a homicide? Nuts! I sent a man to get her and bring her here. She wasn't there. Downstairs they told him that she went out with a bag and suitcase ten minutes before he arrived.'
'Any trail?'
'They're after it.'
'Pfui.' Wolfe looked around at us. 'Well, here we are. Under the circumstances, the best thing we can do is to proceed without her.'
'Go ahead,' Cramer said grimly.
Wolfe leaned back and half closed his eyes, and Miss Tormic was possibly unaware that he was watching her like a hawk. 'As I say, Madame Zorka phoned here at eleven twenty-one. She stated that shortly after the murder was discovered, when everyone was together up there in the office, she saw Miss Tormic put something into the pocket of Mr Goodwin's coat, which was hanging on a rack. She hadn't mentioned the incident to the police and her conscience was bothering her because she thinks murder is terrible. So she had decided to phone Mr Goodwin and tell him that she intended to inform the police at once-'
Cramer barked at Neya, 'What did you put in Goodwin's pocket?'
She kept her eyes levelled at Wolfe and paid no attention to him.
Wolfe said in his tone of authority, 'Just a moment. I arranged this meeting, and I'm handling it. Archie told Madame Zorka he would get Miss Tormic and go to see her. Of course he was stalling. He went to the hall to investigate, and there was something in the pocket of his overcoat which he had not put there. He didn't take it out. He left it there undisturbed, and it was decided to phone you and get Miss Tormic and Madame Zorka down here. That's all so far. Archie, go get the coat.'
I went to the hall and removed it from the hanger and took it back and laid it on Wolfe's desk, with the guilty pocket uppermost.
Wolfe said, 'Please, Mr Cramer, it seemed preferable that you should have the first look at it.'
Even when he said that he didn't look at Cramer, but kept watching Neya. Cramer advanced and stuck his hand in the pocket and pulled the thing out. I was right at his elbow, beside myself with curiosity as to what it might be. He stared at the rolled-up bunch of canvas clenched in his fist, then put it down on the desk and unrolled it. The stains were now the colour of dark mahogany. As the little metal doo-dad was disclosed to our gaze I permitted myself an ejaculation of astonishment.
Wolfe said, 'I suspected that. Your two missing objects, Mr Cramer, aren't they?'
Cramer said to me through his teeth, 'So that's why you took a powder.'
I gave him a cold, hard eye. 'Guess again. You heard what Mr Wolfe said-'
He wheeled on Neya. 'You!' he said with his jaw still clamped. 'Let's have it.' He grabbed the glove, with the col de mort nested in the palm, and stuck it under her nose. 'Did you put that in Goodwin's pocket?'
She nodded her head. 'Yes, I did.'
That undamped his jaw. He goggled at her, and I guess I joined him. She was all right. Her hands were clasped tight on her lap and she sat stiff, but she certainly showed no signs of hysteria. Cramer opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again, tramped to the door and pulled it open and bellowed:
'Stebbins! Come here!'
Purley came trotting, with a startled and embarrassed look on his big face because he was trying to chew and swallow at the same time. Cramer motioned to the chair he had been occupying and growled, 'Sit down there and take your notebook.'
'Wait a minute,' Wolfe put in. 'Are you charging Miss Tormic?'
'No.' Cramer didn't look at him. 'I'm asking her. Any objections? If so, I can take her downtown.'
'None at all. I prefer it here. We're four to two.'
'I don't care if you're a hundred to two.' Cramer exhibited the objects to the sergeant. 'Put down that I showed her this canvas gauntlet and this steel thing with a point and asked her if she put them in Goodwin's overcoat pocket, and she replied, 'Yes, I did.' ' He confronted Neya Tormic. 'Now. You state that you put these two things into Goodwin's overcoat pocket while it was hanging on a rack in the office of Miltan's studio not long after
