hold the wire and turned to Wolfe.
'Saul. From a pay station at Sixty-second and Madison. There was a dick playing tag with himself in front of Miss Fox's address. Saul went through the apartment and drew a blank. Now he thinks the dick is sticking there, but he's not sure. It's possible he's being followed, and if so should he shake the dick and then come here, or what?'
'Tell him to come here. By no means shake the dick. He may know the one Fred brought, and in that case they might like to have a talk.'
I told Saul, and hung up.
Wolfe was still leaning back, with his eyes half closed. Mike Walsh sat with his closed entirely, his head swaying on one side, and his breathing deep and even in the silence. Hilda Lindquist's shoulders sagged, but her face was flushed and her eyes bright. Clara Fox had her lips tight enough to make her look determined.
Wolfe said, 'Wake Mr. Walsh. Having attended to urgencies- in vain- we may now at our leisure fill in some gaps. Regarding the fantastic business of the Rubber Band. Mr. Walsh, a sharp blow with your hand at the back of your neck will help. A drink of water? Very well. Did I understand you to say, Miss Fox, that you have found George Rowley?'
She nodded. 'Two weeks ago.'
'Tell me about it.'
'But Mr. Wolfe… those detectives…'
'To be sure. You remember I told you you should be tied in your cradle? For the present, this house is your cradle. You are safe here. We shall return to that little problem. Tell me about George Rowley.'
She drew a breath. 'Well… we found him. I began a long while ago to do what I could, which wasn't much. Of course I couldn't afford to go to England, or send someone, or anything like that. But I gathered some information. For instance, I learned the names of all the generals who had commanded brigades in the British Army during the war, and as well as I could from this distance I began to eliminate them. There were hundreds and hundreds of them still alive, and of course I didn't know whetner the one I wanted was alive or not. I did lots of things, and some oЈ them were pretty bright if I am a fool. I had found Mike Walsh through an advertisement, and I got photographs of scores of them and showed them to him. Of course, the fact that George Rowley had lost the lobe of his right ear was a help. On several occasions, when I learned in the newspapers that a British general or ex-general was in New York, I managed to get a look at him, and sometimes Mike Walsh did too. Two weeks ago another one came, and in a photograph in the paper it looked as if the bottom of his right ear was off. Mike Walsh stood in front of his hotel all one afternoon when he should have been asleep, and saw him, and it was George Rowley.'
Wolfe nodded. 'That would be the Marquis of Clivers.'
'How do you know that?'
'Not by divination. It doesn't matter. Congratulations, Miss Fox.'
'Thank you. The Marquis of Clivers was going to Washington the next day, but he was coming back. I tried to see him that very evening, but couldn't get to him. I cabled a connection I had made in London, and learned that the marquis owned big estates and factories and mines and a yacht. I had been communicating with Hilda Lindquist and Harlan Scovil for some time, and I wired them to come on and sent them money for the trip. Mr. Scovil wouldn't take the money. He wrote me that he had never- taken any woman-money and wasn't going to start.' She smiled at Wolfe and me too. 'I guess he was afraid of adventuresses. He said he would sell some calves. Saturday morning I got a telegram that he would get here Monday, so I telephoned your office for an appointment. When I saw him this noon I showed him two pictures of the Marquis of Clivers, and be said it was George Rowley. I had a hard time to keep him from going to the hotel after the marquis right then.'
Wolfe wiggled a finger at her, 'But what made you think you needed me? I detect no lack of confidence in your operations to date.'
'Oh, I always thought we'd have to have a lawyer at the windup. I had read about you and admired you.'
'I'm not a lawyer.'
'I shouldn't think that would matter. I only know three lawyers, and if you saw them you would know why I chose you.'
'You sound like a fool again.' Wolfe sighed. 'Do you wish me to believe that I was selected for my looks?'
'No, indeed. That would be… anyhow, I selected you. When I told you what your fee might be, I wasn't exaggerating. Let's say his estates and mines and so on are worth fifty million-'
'Pounds?'
'Dollars. That's conservative. He agreed to pay half of it. Twenty-five million. But there are two of the men I can't find. I haven't found a trace of Rubber Coleman, the leader, or the man called Turtle-back. I have tried hard to find Rubber Coleman, because be had the papers, but I couldn't. On the twenty-five million take off their share, one-third, and that leaves roughly sixteen million. Make allowances for all kinds of things, anything you could think of-take off, say, just for good measure, fifteen million. That leaves a million dollars. That's what I asked him for a week ago.'
'You asked who for? Lord Clivers?'
'Yes.'
'You said you were unable to see him.'
'That was before he went to Washington. When he came back I tried again. I had made an acquaintance… he has some assistants with him on his mission- diplomats and so on-and I had got acquainted with one two weeks ago, and through him I got to the marquis, thinking I might manage it without any help. He was very unpleasant. When he found out what I was getting at, he ordered me out. He claimed he didn't know what I was talking about, and when I wanted to show him the letter my father had written in 1918, he wouldn't look at it. He told the young man whom he called to take me away that I was an adventuress.'
