“Well, obviously, grief for somebody.”
“Who?”
“Whom,” Ellery said. “I can’t imagine. Or maybe I can. Virginia Importuna? After all, she did find herself divested of a husband in a particularly nasty way.”
“But that doesn’t get us anywhere, Ellery.”
“I know. On the other hand, dad, I don’t suppose the killer who’s sending all these messages is especially eager for us to get anywhere. It’s likelier he’s trying to drive us into Loony Park.”
“I think that’s exactly what he’s trying to do. For the ducks of it.”
“I couldn’t agree less.”
“You just said he was!”
“Do you believe everything people say? These messages have a more rational purpose-a more
“That thing still hanging around?” his father asked coldly.
Ellery slunk out. nino’s palm springs rancho has excellent private golf course.
Same type of envelope, same kind of paper, same capital lettering in similar ink by the same sort of pen.
No clues.
Nothing to follow up.
“Reads like a blasted real estate agent’s ad,” Ellery grumbled. “You see what he’s driving at in this one, of course?”
“What am I, a dumdum? A 9-year-old-I mean a kid could figure it out,” the Inspector said glumly. “Private golf courses usually have 9 holes.”
“But even if Nino’s has 18-”
“I know, Ellery, 1 and 8 make 9.”
“And exactly 9 words again in the message. God!” Ellery implored with no trace or tinge of impiety. “I wish
If the latest message smacked of real estate advertising, its successor ranged far, far afield-by accusation, at least, into the competence of Baron Richard von Krafft-Ebing: nino got his jollies cat of nine tails whippings.
“The question is,” Ellery ruminated aloud, “does the late Mr. Importuna rest accused of being a devotee of Sacher-Masoch or of le Comte de Sade?”
“Wouldn’t this make a juicy bit for the newshounds,” the Inspector said, shaking his head. “Do you suppose it’s true?”
“How should I know?” Ellery asked crossly. “I wasn’t privy to the secrets of Importuna’s bedroom. Although why not? When you’ve got $500,000,000 to play around with, a conventional sex life might well seem too parochial. I wonder if this guy doesn’t know any better, or cuts his cloth to measure.”
“Sometimes you sound like a flea in a foreign dictionary,” his father complained. “If who doesn’t know any better?”
“The lad who’s sending you all these informative messages. ‘Nino got his jollies cat of nine tails whippings.’ Note what he does. To get four of the 9 words he wants in this one, he separates the compound word
“I’ll buy that.” Inspector Queen rose with the new message protected by a manila envelope. “Oh. Ellery, one thing. Why the devil is it called ca?-o’-nine-tails?”
“Because the marks left on the victim’s skin after a flogging, by the 9 cords that constitute the whip, are supposed to resemble scratches from a cat’s claws. Of course, I don’t testify to that as either a participant or an eyewitness. It’s strictly hearsay.”
“Then the hell with it.” And Inspector Queen left his office to report this latest development, stomping as he went.
“Wait!
Almost a week went by without an envelope.
“It’s all over,” the Inspector said hopefully. “He’s through badgering me.”
“No, daddy,” Ellery said. “He’s just letting out line. Don’t you know when you’re hooked?”
“But how can you be so sure there’ll be more?” his father said, exasperated.
“There will be.”
The next morning, there it was in the mail on the Inspector’s desk: nino commissioned statues of muses for villa lugano italy.
“Bully for him,” the Inspector muttered. “Muses? Can’t be Mafiosi. I’d know the name.”
“It goes back quite a way,” Ellery said wearily. “The Muses, dad-the 9 Muses. The 9 daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus. Calliope, Clio, Erato-it doesn’t matter. Greek mythology.”
The Inspector shaded his eyes with a quivering hand.
“And, of course, again 9 words in the message. Did Importuna have a villa in Lugano?”
“What? Oh. Yes, I think so. No, I’m not sure. Ah, what difference does it make! This is a nightmare! And it’s going to go on forever.”
It was intended as a rhetorical statement, requiring no acknowledgment. Nevertheless, Ellery acknowledged it.
“No, it’s not,” he said. “There’s going to be one more.”
And two mornings later there was another envelope in the Inspector’s mail, and he opened it in view of an audience. The audience consisted of Ellery and a very few of the more stable departmental brass who had been aroused by Ellery’s prophecy.
Out fell a new red-backed Bicycle playing card.
A 9 of clubs.
“But he’s already sent me a 9 of clubs,” Inspector Queen protested, as if his anonymous correspondent had broken some rule of their mysterious game. “In his first envelope.”
“He sent you half a 9 of clubs,” Ellery said. “Quite different. By the way, this tells us one thing. To get a whole 9 of clubs after tearing a 9 of clubs in half, he had to go out and buy a second deck with the red backs.”
“That makes a difference?” one of the lesser brass asked anxiously.
“Not the slightest,” Ellery replied. “Simply noted it for the record. Well, gentlemen! You see what this means?”
There was a several-throated “
“You recall, dad, I told you the meaning of a whole 9 of clubs.”
The Inspector flushed in depth. “I, uh, forget.”
“Last warning.”
“That’s right! Last warning. Of course. Last warning about what, Ellery? To whom?”
“Haven’t the ghost of a glimmer.”
The Inspector smiled feebly in the direction of his superiors, apologizing for the unsatisfactory performance of his progeny.
Roared the First Deputy Commissioner: “Doesn’t
