Of course it was also a break that Lily was at home with no company. She had been at the piano, probably playing Chopin preludes. That isn't just a guess; I can tell by her eyes and the way she uses her voice. Her voice sounds as if it would like to sing, but she doesn't know it. She told me to go to the den and in a couple of minutes came with a tray-a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
'I put it in the freezer when you phoned,' she said, 'so it should be about right.'
She sat. 'How bad was it?'
'Not bad at all. I sat on the cot and shut my eyes and pretended I was in front of the fire at The Glade with you in the kitchen broiling a steak.'
I pushed on the cork. 'No glass for Mimi?'
'She's gone to a movie. How bad is it?'
'I wish I knew. I think we'll come out alive, but don't ask for odds.'
The cork came, and I tilted the bottle and poured. The den has a door to the terrace, and I went and opened it and stood the bottle outside. She said, 'To everybody, starting with us,' and we touched glasses and drank.
I sat. 'Speaking of odds, if florist shops had been open I would have brought a thousand red roses. I gave you a thousand to one that Doraymee wouldn't regret telling you about Benjamin Igoe, and I'm pretty sure it was a bad bet. So I owe you an apology.'
'Why will she regret it?'
'I'll tell you someday, I hope soon. I phoned and asked if I could come for three reasons. One, I like to look at you. Two, I had to apologize. Three, I thought you might be willing to answer a question or two about Doraymee.'
'She doesn't like to be called that.'
'All right, Dora Bassett.'
'What kind of a question? Will she regret it if I answer?'
'She might. It's like this. Her husband was murdered. Your favorite waiter was murdered. His daughter was murdered. It's possible that it would help to find out who did it if you would tell me exactly what Dora Bassett said when she asked you about me. That's the question I want to ask. What did she say?'
'I told you. Didn't I?'
'Just if you had seen me since her husband died. And the second time, had I found out who put the bomb in Pierre's coat.'
'Well, that was it.'
'Do you remember her exact words?'
'You know darned well I don't. I'm not a tape recorder like you.'
'Did she mention Nero Wolfe?'
'I think so. I'm not sure.'
'Did she mention anyone else? Saul Panzer or Fred Durkin or Orrie Cather?'
'No. She was asking about you. Listen, Escamillo. I don't like this, and you know it. I told you once I don't like to think of you as a private detective, but I realize I wouldn't like to think of you as a stock- broker or a college professor or a truckdriver or a movie actor. I just like to think of you as Archie Goodwin. I like that a lot, and you know it.'
She drank champagne, emptied her glass. I put down my glass, bent down to take her slipper off-blue silk or something with streaks of gold or something-poured a couple of ounces of champagne in it, lifted it to my mouth, and drank.
'That's how I like you,' I said. 'Hereafter I would leave my license as a detective at home if I had one. It's been suspended.'
When I went to bed and to sleep Tuesday night, I knew I was going to do something in the morning but didn't know what. I only knew that when Wolfe came down, either from the plant rooms at eleven or later for lunch, I wouldn't be there. When I opened my eyes and rolled out Wednesday morning, I knew exactly where I would be at eleven o'clock and what I would be doing. It's very convenient to have a Chairman of the Board who decides things while you sleep. At eleven o'clock I would be in the bedroom of the late Lucile Ducos, determined to find something. There had to be something; otherwise it might take weeks, even months.
I would have liked to go right after breakfast, but it was advisable not to tackle the white apron, now known as Marie Garrou, until she had had time to give Grandpa Ducos his breakfast and get him and his wheelchair to the window in the front room, and at least get a good start on the rest of the daily routine. So as I finished my second cup of coffee I told Fritz I would leave at ten-thirty on a personal errand, and would he please tell Wolfe, who had gone up to the plant rooms, that I wouldn't be there for lunch. He asked if he should answer the phone, and I said sure, we still had our freedom of speech.
The office had been neglected for several days and needed attention. The film of dust on the chairs that hadn't been used. The stack of junk mail that had accumulated. The smell of the water in the vase on Wolfe's desk. And a dozen other details. So I didn't get away at ten-thirty. It was twenty minutes of eleven when I got ten double sawbucks from the cash box, wrote ' / AC ' in the book, and closed the door of the safe. As I turned for a look around to see if I had missed anything, the doorbell rang.
It's true that there had been several pictures of her in the Gazette and one in the Times, but I assert that I would have known her anyway. It was so fit, so natural, for Mrs. Harvey Bassett to show, that when a woman was there on the stoop it had to be her. I had gone two miles at eleven o'clock at night to ask Lily Rowan a question about her, and there she was.
I went and opened the door and said, 'Good morning,' and she said, 'I'm Dora Bassett. You're Archie Goodwin,' and walked in and kept going, down the hall.
Any way you look at it, surely I was glad to see her, but I wasn't. For about twelve hours I had known that
