During meals Wolfe ordinarily excludes business not only from his conversation but also from his mind. But that day it appeared that his thoughts were straying from the food, though I didn't see how they could have been on business, since there was none on hand. He did his share of demolition to the remains of three ducks-his old friend Marko Vukcic had dined with us the day before-but there was an air of absent-mindedness in his ardour as he tore the backbones apart and scraped the juicy shreds off with his gleaming white teeth. It somewhat prolonged the operations, so that it was after two o'clock when we finished with the coffee and waddled back to the office. That is, he waddled, I strode.

Then, instead of resuming with the catalogues or playing with some other of his toys, he leaned back and clasped his hands over the duck repository and shut his eyes. It wasn't a coma, for several times during the hour he sat there I saw his lips push in and out, so I knew he was hard at work on something.

Suddenly he spoke.

'Archie. What made you say that girl wanted to borrow a book?'

So he hadn't been able to get his mind off the Montenegrin females. I waved a hand. 'Persiflage. Chaff.'

'No. You said she asked if I had read it.'

'Yes, sir.'

'And if I study it.'

'Yes, sir.'

'And are you reading it.'

'Yes, sir.'

He nearly opened his eyes. 'Did it occur to you that she was finding out if either of us would be apt to look at that book in the immediate future?'

'No, sir. My mind was occupied. I was sitting down and she was standing in front of me and I was thinking about her curves.'

'That is not thought. Those nerves are in the spinal column, not the brain. You said it was United Yugoslavia by Henderson.'

'Yes, sir.'

'Where was it when you returned to the office?'

'On the shelf where it belongs. She had put it back herself. For a Monteneg-'

'Get it, please.'

I crossed the room and got it down and took it to him. He rubbed the cover caressingly with his palm, as he always did with a book, and then turned it with its front edge facing him, squeezed it tight shut and held it for a moment, and suddenly released the pressure. Then he opened it around the middle and took out a piece of paper that was there between the leaves. The paper was folded, and he unfolded it and started reading it. I sat down and set my teeth on my lip to hold in what might otherwise have come out. I set them hard.

'Indeed,' Wolfe said. 'Shall I read it to you?'

'Oh, please do, yes, sir.'

He began an incoherent jabber and splutter that didn't even sound human. I knew he expected me to butt in with an outcry, so I set my teeth again. When he had finished I grinned at him.

'Okay,' I said, 'but why couldn't she tell me to my face how handsome and seductive I was and so on instead of writing it down and sticking it in that book. Especially that last-'

'And especially writing it in Serbo-Croat. Do you speak Serbo-Croat, Archie?'

'No.'

'Then I'll translate. It's dated at Zagreb, 20th August, 1938, and bears the Donevitch crest. It says, roughly, 'The bearer of these presents, my wife, the Princess Vladanka Donevitch, is hereby empowered without reservation to talk and act in my name, and attach my name and honour by her signature, which appears herewith below my own, in all financial and political matters and claims pertaining to me and to the Donevitch dynasty, with particular reference to Bosnian forest concessions and to the disposal of certain credits at present in the care of Barrett & De Russy, bankers of New York. I bespeak for her loyalty from those who owe it, and co-operation from those whose interests ride with mine.' '

Wolfe folded the paper and imprisoned it under his palm. 'It is signed Stefan Donevitch and Vladanka Donevitch. The signatures are attested.'

'Good.' I glared at him. 'He even spent two bits on a notary. Let's take one thing at a time. How did you know that thing was in that book?'

'I didn't know it. But her questioning you-'

'Sure. Your curiosity got aroused. Check that off. Do you mean to say that that girl is a Balkan princess?'

'I don't know. Stefan married only three years ago. I got that from this book. Don't badger me, Archie. I don't like this.'

'What don't you like about it?'

'I like nothing about it. Of all the activities of man, international intrigue is the dirtiest. The Balkan mess, as it is today, I know only superficially, but even on the surface the maggots of corruption may be seen writhing. The regent who rules Yugoslavia deviously courts the friendship of certain nations. He is a

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