He was frowning at me. “You’ve been with me a long time now.”
“Yeah. How shall we do it? Shall I resign, or shall you fire me, or shall we just call it off by mutual consent?”
He skipped that. “I have noted, perhaps in more detail than you think, your talents and capacities. You are an excellent observer, not in any respect an utter fool, completely intrepid, and too conceited to be seduced into perfidy.”
“Good for me. I could use a raise. The cost of living has incr-”
“You eat and sleep here, and because you are young and vain you spend too much for your clothes.” He gestured with a finger. “We can discuss that some other time. What I have in mind is a quality in you which I don’t at all understand but which I know you have. Its frequent result is a willingness on the part of young women to spend time in your company.”
“It’s the perfume I use. From Brooks Brothers. They call it Stag at Eve.” I regarded him suspiciously. “You’re leading up to something. You’ve done the leading up. What’s the something?”
“Find out how willing you can make Miss Boone, as quickly as possible.”
I stared. “You know,” I said reproachfully, “I didn’t know that kind of a thought ever got within a million miles of you. Make Miss Boone? If you can think it you can do it. Make her yourself.”
“I am speaking,” he said coldly, “of an investigating operation by gaining her confidence.”
“That way it sounds even worse.” I continued to stare. “However, let’s put the best possible construction on it. Do you want me to worm a confession out of her that she murdered her uncle and Miss Gunther? No, thanks.”
“Nonsense. You know perfectly well what I want.”
“Tell me anyway. What do you want?”
“I want information on these points. The extent of her personal or social contacts, if any, with anyone connected with the NIA, especially those who were here last night. The same for Mrs. Boone, her aunt. Also, how intimate was she with Miss Gunther, what did they think of each other, and how much did she see of Miss Gunther the past week? That would do to start. If developments warrant it, you can then get more specific. Why don’t you telephone her now?”
“It seems legitimate,” I conceded, “up to the point where we get specific, and that can wait. But do you mean to say you think one of those NIA specimens is it?”
“Why not? Why shouldn’t he be?”
“It’s so damn obvious.”
“Bah. Nothing is obvious in itself. Obviousness is subjective. Three pursuers learn that a fugitive boarded a train for Philadelphia. To the first pursuer it’s obvious that the fugitive has gone to Philadelphia. To the second pursuer it’s obvious that he left the train at Newark and has gone somewhere else. To the third pursuer, who knows how clever the fugitive is, it’s obvious that he didn’t leave the train at Newark, because that would be too obvious, but stayed on it and went to Philadelphia. Subtlety chases the obvious up a never-ending spiral and never quite catches it. Do you know Miss Boone’s telephone number?”
I might have suspected him of sending me outdoors to play, to keep me out of mischief, but for the fact that it was a nuisance for him to have me out of the house, since he either had to answer the phone himself or let Fritz interrupt his other duties to attend to both the phone and the doorbell. So I granted his good faith, at least tentatively, and swiveled my chair to dial the Waldorf’s number, and asked for Mrs. Boone’s room. The room answered with a male voice that I didn’t recognize, and after giving my name, and waiting longer than seemed called for, I had Nina.
“This is Nina Boone. Is this Mr. Goodwin of Nero Wolfe’s office? Did I get that right?”
“Yep. In the pay of the NIA. Thank you for coming to the phone.”
“Why-you’re welcome. Did you-want something?”
“Certainly I did, but forget it. I’m not calling about what I want or wanted, or could easily want. I’m calling about something somebody else wants, because I was asked to, only in my opinion he’s cuckoo. You realize the position I’m in. I can’t call you up and say this is Archie Goodwin and I just drew ten bucks from the savings bank and how about using it to buy dinner for two at that Brazilian restaurant on Fifty-second Street? What’s the difference whether that’s what I want to do or not, as long as I can’t? Am I keeping you from something important?”
“No… I have a minute. What is it that somebody else wants?”
“I’ll come to that. So all I can say is, this is Archie Goodwin snooping for the NIA, and I would like to use some NIA expense money to buy you a dinner at that Brazilian restaurant on Fifty-second Street, with the understanding that it is strictly business and I am not to be trusted. To give you an idea how tricky I am, some people look under the bed at night, but I look
“You sound really dangerous. Is that what somebody else wanted you to do, kid me into having dinner with you?”
“The dinner part was my idea. It popped out when I heard your voice again. As for somebody else- you appreciate that working on this thing I’m thrown in with all sorts of people, not only Nero Wolfe, who is-well, he can’t help it, he’s what he is-but also the police, the FBI, the District Attorney’s outfit-all kinds. What would you say if I told you that one of them told me to call you and ask where Ed Erskine is?”
“Ed Erskine?” She was flabbergasted. “Ask
“That’s right.”
“I’d say he was out of his mind.”
“So would I. So that’s settled. Now before we hang up, to leave no loose ends hanging, maybe you’d
