heaven I get them big enough.' He got his toes in, tugged and pushed, finally got the shoe on and tied the lace, and straightened up to rest. In a moment he tackled the second shoe. By the time he got it on the silence was as heavy as if the ceiling had come down to rest on our heads.
Pitcairn undertook to lift it. 'It's nearly morning,' he rasped. 'We're going to bed. This has become a ridiculous farce.'
Wolfe sighed from all the exertion. 'It has been a farce from the beginning,' he declared. He looked around at them. 'But I didn't make it a farce, you did. My position is clear, logical, and invulnerable. The circumstances of Miss Lauer's death – the use of Mrs. Imbrie's morphine, the preknowledge of the fumigation, and others – made it unarguable that she was killed by a familiar of these premises. Convinced with good reason, as I was and am, that Mr. Krasicki didn't do it, it followed that one of you did. There we were and there we are. I had no notion who it was; I forced my way in here to find out; and I'm going to stay until I do – or until you expel me and face the alternative I have described. I am your dangerous and implacable enemy. I have had you together; now I'll take you one by one; and I'll start with Mrs. Pitcairn. It will soon be dawn. Do you want to take a nap first, madam?'
Mrs. Pitcairn was actually trying to smile. 'I'm afraid,' she said in a firm full voice, 'that I made a mistake when I offered to pay you to protect us from publicity. I'm afraid it made a bad impression on you. If you misunderstood –
It was Saul Panzer, entering from behind the drapes where she had previously concealed herself for eavesdropping. He was right on the dot, since the arrangement had been for him to walk on at three o'clock unless he got a signal.
Most of us could get our eyes on him without turning, but Wolfe, in his chair with a high wide back, had to lean over and screw his head around. While he was doing that Donald was rising to his feet, and Joseph G. and Imbrie were both moving. I moved faster. When I had passed them I whirled and snapped, 'Take it easy. He came with us and he don't bite.'
They started ejaculating and demanding. Wolfe ignored them and asked Saul, 'Did you find anything?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Useful?'
'I think so, yes, sir.' Saul extended a hand with a piece of folded paper in it.
Wolfe took it and commanded me, 'Archie, your gun.'
I already had it out. It wasn't desirable to have them anywhere near Wolfe while he examined Saul's find. I poked the barrel against Joseph G. and told him, 'More formality. Back up.'
He was still ejaculating but he went back, and the others with him, and I turned sideways enough to have all in view. Wolfe had unfolded the sheet of paper and was reading it. Saul was at his right hand, and he too was displaying a gun.
Wolfe looked up. 'I should explain,' he said, 'how this happened. This is Mr. Saul Panzer, who works for me. When you went to the kitchen with me he entered from the greenhouse, went upstairs, and began to search. I was not satisfied that the police had been sufficiently thorough.' He fluttered the paper. 'This proves me right. Where did you find it, Saul?'
'I found it,' Saul said distinctly, 'under the mattress on the bed in the room of Mr. and Mrs. Imbrie.'
Vera and Neil both made noises, and Neil came forward to where my arm stopped him.
'Take it easy,' I advised him. 'He didn't say who put it there, he just said where he found it.'
'What is it?' Mrs. Pitcairn inquired, her voice not quite as firm.
'I'll read it,' Wolfe told her. 'As you see, it's a sheet of paper. The writing is in ink, and I would judge the hand to be feminine. It is dated December sixth, yesterday – no, since it's past midnight, the day before yesterday. It says:
'Dear Mr. Pitcairn:
'I suppose now I will never call you Joe, as you wanted me to. I am quite willing to put my request in writing, and I only hope you will put your answer in writing too. As I told you, I think your gift to me should be twenty thousand dollars. You have been so very sweet, but I have been sweet too, and I really think I deserve that much.
'Since I have decided to leave here and get married I don't think you should expect me to wait more than a day or two for the gift. I'll expect you in my room tonight at the usual time, and I hope you'll agree how reasonable I am.'
Wolfe looked up. 'It's signed 'Dini,'' he stated. 'Of course it can be authenti -'
'I never saw it!' Vera Imbrie cried. 'I never -'
But her lines got stolen. For my part, I didn't even give her a glance. Their faces had all been something to see while Wolfe had read, as might have been expected, but by the time he had reached the third sentence it was plain that Donald was in for something special in the way of moods. First his face froze, then it came loose and his mouth opened, and then the blood rushed up and it was purple. He was a quick-change artist if I ever saw one, and, as I say, I had no glance to spare for Vera Imbrie when she cried out. Then Donald took over.
'So that's why you wouldn't let me marry her!' he screamed, and jumped at his father.
I had the gun, sure, but that was for us, not for them if and when their ranks broke. The women were helpless, and Neil Imbrie would have had to be bigger and faster than he was to stop that cyclone.
Donald toppled his father to his knees more by bodily impact than by his swinging fists, kicked him down the rest of the way, and bent over him screaming, 'You thought I was no man! But I was with her! I loved
