He nodded and swallowed a nibble of toast. 'Here in this left-hand drawer, in the back.'
'Loaded.'
'Yes. I told you so.'
'So you did. You also told us that you bought it two years ago in Montana, when you were there at a dude ranch, and brought it home with you and never bothered to get a license for it, and it's been there in the drawer right along. You saw it there a week or ten days ago, and last Friday you saw it was gone. You didn't want to call the cops for two reasons, be 129
cause you have no license for it, and because you think it was taken by one of the five people whose names you gave?'
'I think it may have been.'
'You didn't put it like that. However, skip it. You gave us the five names. By the way, was that Adrian Getz, the one you called Squirt?'
'Yes.'
'Then they're all five here, and we can go ahead and get it over with. As I understand it, I am to put my gun there in the drawer where yours was, and you get them up here for a conference, with me present. You were to cook up something to account for me. Have you done that?'
He swallowed another nibble of toast and egg. Wolfe would have had that meal down in five seconds flat?or rather, he would have had it out the window. 'I thought this might do,' Koven said. 'I can say that I'm considering a new stunt for Dan, have him start a detective agency, and I've called Nero Wolfe in for consultation, and he sent you up for a conference. We can discuss it a little, and I ask you to show us how a detective searches a room to give us an idea of the picture potential. You shouldn't start with the desk; start maybe with the shelves back of me. When you come to do the desk I'll push my chair back to be out of your way, and I'll have them right in front of me. When you open the drawer and take the gun out and they see it?'
'I thought you were going to do that.'
'I know, that's what I said, but this is better because this way they'll be looking at the gun and you, and I'll be watching their faces. I'll have my eye right on them, and the one that took my gun, if one of them did it?when he or she suddenly sees you pull a gun out of the drawer that's exactly like it, it's going to show on his face, and I'm going to see it. We'll do it that way.'
I admit it sounded better there on the spot than it had in Wolfe's office?and besides, he had revised it. This way he might really get what he wanted. I considered it, watching him finish the tonic water. The toast and egg were gone.
'It sounds all right,' I conceded, 'except for one thing. 130
You'll be expecting a look of surprise, but what if there are five looks of surprise? At seeing me take a gun out of your desk?those who don't know you had a gun there.'
'But they do know.'
'All of them?'
'Certainly. I thought I told you that. Anyhow, they all know. Everybody knows everything around this place. They thought I ought to get rid of it, and now I wish I had. You understand, Goodwin, all there is to this?I just want to know where the damn thing is, I want to know who took it, and I'll handle it myself from there. I told Wolfe that.'
'I know you did.' I got up and went to his side of the desk, at his left, and pulled a drawer open. 'In here?'
'Yes.'
'The rear compartment?'
'Yes.'
I reached to my holster for the Marley, broke it, removed the cartridges and dropped them into my vest pocket, put the gun in the drawer, shut the drawer, and returned to my chair.
'Okay,' I said, 'get them up here. We can ad lib it all right without any rehearsing.'
He looked at me. He opened the drawer for a peek at the gun, not touching it, and pushed the drawer to. He shoved the tray away, leaned back, and began working on his upper lip with the jagged yellow teeth.
'I'm going to have to get my nerve up,' he said, as if appealing to me. 'I'm never much good until late afternoon.'
I grunted. 'What the hell. You told me to be here at noon and called the conference for twelve-thirty.'
'I know I did. I do things like that.' He chewed the lip some more. 'And I've got to dress.' Suddenly his voice went high in protest. 'Don't try to rush me, understand?'
I was fed up, but had already invested a lot of time and a dollar for a taxi on the case, so kept calm. 'I know,' I told him, 'artists are temperamental. But I'll explain how Mr. Wolfe charges. He sets a fee, depending on the job, and if it takes more of my time than he thinks reasonable he adds an extra hundred dollars an hour. Keeping me here until late
afternoon would be expensive. I could go and come back.'
He didn't like that and said so, explaining why, the idea being that with me there in the house it would be easier for him to get his nerve up and it might only take an hour or so. He got up and walked to the door and opened it, then turned and demanded, 'Do you know how much I make an hour? The time I spend on my work? Over a thousand dollars. More than a thousand an hour! I'll go get some clothes on.'
He went, shutting the door.
My wristwatch said 1:17. My stomach agreed. I sat maybe ten minutes, then went to the phone on the desk, dialed, got Wolfe, and told him how it was. He told me to go out and get some lunch, naturally, and I said I would,
