Three Men Out

spectacle there wasn't a thing wrong with her, at a glance. Halfway across to the wheelchair she stopped and inquired, 'Will you sign the letters now, Mr. Huck?' 'Later, Miss Riff.' He was a little crisp. 'Later will do.' 'You said?I thought perhaps?' 'There's no hurry.' 'Very well. I'm sorry if I interrupted.' She turned and was gone, closing the door behind her so gently that there was no noise at all. I asked Huck, 'That was Dorothy Riff?' 'Yes. Why?' 'I was telling you. Mr. Lewent says his sister promised him that in case of her death he would get a substantial sum. That was 18 about a year before she died, and he is certain she would not have failed to arrange to keep her promise.' Huck was shaking his head. 'He heard her will read, and he saw it.' 'He says she told him she wouldn't put it in her will because that would have violated a promise she had made her father. He thinks she left it in someone's care for him-- not you, he says, for you would have followed her instructions fully and promptly. He suspects it was Miss Riff or Miss Marcy or Mrs. O'Shea, and he wants Mr. Wolfe to investigate the matter, but he says it can be investigated only with your knowledge and consent, and that's why he asked you to see me. Also Mr. Wolfe thought--' Another door swung open, this time the one by which Lewent and I had entered from the hall, and another female was with us. On a guess she was somewhat younger than Dorothy Riff, but it was hard to tell with her nurse's uniform setting off her big dark eyes and dark brown hair. Stopping for no questions, she crossed to a cabinet, got out a glass, a thermos carafe, and a bottle of Solway's twenty-year liqueur striped-label scotch, put one ounce from the bottle and two ounces from the carafe into 19 the glass, no ice, and went and handed it to Huck and got thanked. She asked him in a low, cooing voice, 'Everything under control?' 'Fine.' 'Your two-thirty exercise?' 'Of course.' She left us, having given me just one swift glance. When the door was closed again Huck spoke. 'This is medicine for me every two hours, but will you have some?' 'No, thanks. That was Sylvia Marcy?' 'Yes. You were saying that Mr. Wolfe thought--' I resumed. 'He thought that before I talk with the three women--with your permission, of course--you might be willing to let us have your opinion on a few points. For instance, do you think it likely that your wife made some such arrangement as Mr. Lewent suspects? Can you recall ever hearing her say anything hinting at such a thing? Her accounts for the months before she died--say a year--do they show a withdrawal of any unusual amount, either cash or securities? And most important, Mr. Wolfe thinks, which of those three women would your wife have been most likely to choose for such a purpose?' 20 Huck may have thought he was looking straight at me, but if so his aim was still low. 'My brother- in-law has never mentioned this to me,' he said stiffly. I nodded. 'He says he was afraid of offending you. But now, since a year has passed and it is evident that all you have for him is the request in your wife's will that his needs be considered, he feels that the matter should be looked into, so far as it can be without any inconvenience or embarrassment to you.' 'How could it embarrass me?' 'I don't know. You're a very wealthy man, and Miss Riff and Miss Marcy and Mrs. O'Shea work for you and live in your house, and I suppose Mr. Lewent thought you might not like my asking them an assortment of leading questions.' 'Miss Riff doesn't live here.' 'The other two do?' 'Yes.' 'Do you regard them all as upright and trustworthy?' 'Yes.' 'This might help. Are you yourself so certain of the character of any one of them that you would eliminate her entirely from consideration in a matter of this kind?' 21 He twisted and stretched an arm to put his medicine glass on the table, and, turning back to me, was opening his mouth to reply when the door to the hall opened again and we had another visitor. This time I wasn't sure. There had been no question about the secretary or nurse the moment they appeared, but I had not expected to see the housekeeper in a gay figured dress, white and two shades of blue. Also, though she was a little farther along than the other two, she was by no means a crone. She had medium brown hair and deep blue eyes, and there was a faint touch of hip-swinging in her walk. She came as for a purpose, straight to the front of the wheelchair, bent over from the hips, and tucked in the edge of the shawl around Huck's feet. I watched Huck's eyes. They went to her, naturally, but they seemed more preoccupied than pleased. She straightened up and spoke. 'All right, sir?' 'Yes, thank you, Mrs. CYShea.' 'Any orders?' 'No, nothing.' She wheeled a quarter-turn to face me, and did a take. Her look was too brief to be called deliberate, but there sure was nothing 22 furtive about it. I thought I might as well let her have a grin, but before my muscles reacted to deliver it she was through and was on her way. From the rear the hipswing was more perceptible than from the front. As I viewed it I reflected that they had certainly wasted no time in giving a stranger a once-over. Entering and ascending with Lewent, I had had sight, sound, or smell of none of them, but now all three had galloped in before I had been with Huck more than fifteen minutes. If they were too jealous for a mutual intelligence pact it must have been radar. When the door was shut again Huck spoke. 'You asked some questions. I think it very unlikely that my wife made any such arrangement as you describe. She certainly never hinted at it to me. As far as I know, during the last year of her life she made no withdrawal of cash or securities not accounted for, but I'll be glad to tell the accountants to check it. Although I do not accuse my brother-in-law of fabrication, I strongly suspect that he grossly misunderstood something my wife said to him. However, since he has consulted Nero Wolfe and you are here, I'm willing to humor him, the I 23 poor devil. Do you want to see them separately or together?' 'Together for a start.' 'How long will it take? You'll finish today?' 'I hope to. I want to, but I don't know.' He regarded me, started to say something, decided not to, and pressed a button. Instantly the shebang leaped forward like a bronco out of a chute, missing my feet by maybe eight inches with one of its big balloon tires as it swept by. Huck was steering with a lever. Stopping beside the door to the hall, he reached for the knob and pulled the door wide, and the chair circled and passed through. I was on my feet and following when his bellow came. 'Herman! Come down here!' I know now what had put the whole household on the alert--Paul Thayer, Huck's nephew, had let it out that I was Nero Wolfe's Archie Goodwin--but I didn't know then, and it was a little spectacular to see them coming at us from all directions-- Dorothy Riff from a door on that floor, Mrs. O'Shea up the stairs from below, and Lewent and Sylvia Marcy down the stairs from above--none of them bothering with the elevator. They stopped flurrying when 24 they saw Huck sitting composed in his chair and me standing beside him at graceful ease, and approached in no apparent agitation. Lewent standing was exactly the same height as Huck sitting. He asked as he came, 'You want me, Theodore?' The girls were closing in. 'Yes, I do,' Huck told his brother-inlaw. 'Mr. Goodwin has described the situation to me, and I want you to hear what I say to Mrs. O'Shea and Miss Marcy and Miss Riff.' His eyes moved to his womenfolk. 'I suppose you have heard of a private detective named Nero Wolfe. Mr. Lewent went to see him this morning and engaged him to investigate something, and he has sent Mr. Goodwin here to make inquiries. Mr. Goodwin wishes to question you three ladies. You will answer at your discretion, as you please and think proper. That's all I have to say. I want to make it clear that I am imposing no restriction on what Mr. Goodwin asks or what you answer, but I also wish you to understand that this is a private inquiry instigated by Mr. Lewent, and you are free to judge for yourselves what is fitting and relevant.' I didn't care for it a bit. You might have thought he knew what I was there for and 25 was making damn sure I wouldn't get it. Not by a flicker of an eyelash had he given any ground for a decent guess as to which one had him hooked. 5 They took me up in the elevator, two flights, to a room they called the sewing room. The name must have been a carry-over from bygone days, as there was no sign of sewing equipment or supplies in sight. Mrs. O'Shea was going to seat us around a-table, but I wanted it more informal and got it staged with her and me in easy chairs facing a couch on which the other two were comfortable against cushions. They were good listeners all right. I took my time about getting to the point, since there was no question about having my audience. I told of Lewent's coming to Wolfe's office. I touched upon his childhood and young manhood, with no mother, not making it actually maudlin. I admitted he had been irresponsible. I told of his having been left out of his father's will. Miss Riff's graygreen eyes, and Miss Marcy's dark eyes, and Mrs. O'Shea's deep blue ones, all con26 centrated on me, were pleasantly stimulating and made me rather eloquent but not fancy. I told of the promise Lewent's sister had made him a year before her death-- which was, of course, pure invention--of his conviction that she had kept it, and his suspicion that a substantial sum in cash or securities had been entrusted by her to someone to be given to him. I added that he thought it possible that the trustee was one of the women there present, and would they mind answering a few questions? Mrs. O'Shea stated that Lewent was a frightful little shrimp. Miss Marcy said it was utterly ridiculous. Miss Riff, with her nose turned up, asked, 'Why a few questions? You can ask us one, did Mrs. Huck give any of us anything to give to her brother, and we say no, and that settles it.' 'It does for you,' I conceded. 'But as Mr. Huck told you, I'm here to investigate, and that's no way to do it. For instance, what if I were investigating something really tough, like a suspicion of murder? What if Lewent suspected that one of you poisoned his sister so you could marry Huck?' 'That's more like it,' Miss Marcy said approvingly, with the coo still in her voice. 'Yeah. But then what? I ask if you did it, and you say no, and that settles it? Hardly. I ask plenty, about your relations with Mr. and Mrs. Huck and one another, and about your movements and what you saw and heard, not only the day she died, but a week, a month, a year. You can answer or refuse to answer. If you answer, I check you. If you refuse, I check you double.' 'Ask me something,' Miss Marcy offered. 'To be suspected of murder,' Miss Riff declared, 'would at least be exciting. But a thing like this, and from Herman Lewent?' She shivered elegantly. 'No, really.' 'Okay.' I was sociable. 'But don't think I'm not going to grill