'And she took the car?'
'I suppose so, of course. Have you-'
'The blue sedan?'
'Yes. Have you-'
'Sorry, I'm being interrupted.' I hung up and turned. 'As I said, just great. About an hour ago Mrs. Matthew Brooke took Mrs. Kenneth Brooke's car to go to meet someone who had phoned her that she could tell her something about Susan. She may still be alive. Of all the lousy breaks. Do I talk to Cramer or do you?'
'What for?'
'For God's sake! A stop-and-take on the goddam car!'
'It isn't necessary. Saul.'
'What do you mean, Saul? He can't-'
'He is covering Miss Jordan. As you know, he was told yesterday to inquire about her. He telephoned this morning shortly after you had reported from Evansville, and I told him to get Fred and Orrie and keep her under constant surveillance.'
I returned to my pocket the key ring I had got out. Its collection included the key to the locked drawer from which I had been going to get the license number of the blue sedan. 'Damn it, you might have told me.'
'That's querulous, Archie.'
'If that means peevish, I am. How would you feel or I feel or Cramer feel if she added another one to the list after we had her tagged? And you realize that any dimwit can lose a tail, even if it's Saul Panzer. You'd like to deliver her wrapped up, sure, so would I. But it would be nearly as good and a lot safer to ring him now and say the woman who killed Susan Brooke and Peter Vaughn is now somewhere in your territory in a blue Heron sedan with Mrs. Matthew Brooke and is going to kill her. The car's number is here in the drawer.'
He called me. He asked, merely wanting information, 'Do you wish to do that?'
'Of course I don't wish to!'
'Would Saul?'
'If he has lost her, yes. If he's still on her, no.'
He turned a palm up. 'Then it's simple. We determine our action or inaction by the extent of our confidence in Saul's craft and sagacity. Mine, though not infinite, is considerable, and he knows she has killed two people. Yours?'
'I don't have to tell you. When did he last call in?'
'At twenty minutes past six, from a booth on Lexington Avenue. She was in the building where she lives. Fred and Orrie had followed her there from the building where she works, and Saul had relieved Fred at six o'clock. He had-'
The doorbell rang.
I went to the hall for a look, swallowed something that had been wanting to be swallowed for ten minutes, turned my head, and said, 'Mr. Panzer and Miss Jordan. Have they an appointment?'
15
As I approached I saw through the one-way glass that Saul had a hold on her right arm, so as I opened the door I was prepared to take her left one if necessary, but she crossed the sill without any help. Saul said, 'Orrie's in the car with Mrs. Brooke. Do you want her?' I said no, Orrie had better see her home, and he went to tell him. I mentioned somewhere that I don't mind helping a murderer with a coat, but Maud Jordan shook her head when I offered. She was keeping it on. Thinking that Saul should have the honor of escorting her to the office, I waited until he came back in and then followed them. Saul moved up one of the yellow chairs for her and started for one for himself, but Wolfe told him to take the red leather. Before he did so he took an object from his pocket and put it on Wolfe's desk, and Wolfe made a face at it and told me to take it. It was a snub-nosed Haskell.32, and I took a look to see if it was loaded. It was, and I dropped it in a drawer. Saul said, 'It was in her coat pocket,' and sat.
She hadn't opened her mouth. She did now, and spoke to the point. 'I haven't got a permit for that gun,' she said. 'That's against the law, having a gun without a permit, but it doesn't justify this kind of treatment.' Her eyes darted to Saul and back to Wolfe. 'I was getting into a car at the invitation of the woman driving it, and that man assaulted me.'
Wolfe ignored her and asked Saul, 'Should you report?'
He shook his head. 'I don't think it's necessary, unless you want the details, where and when. We closed in when she opened the car door and was getting in, and I put her in the back seat with me, and Orrie got in front with Mrs. Brooke. That's all there was to it. There was no commotion. Mrs. Brooke made a little noise, but we calmed her down. Orrie's good at that. It was in Central Park. Do you want details?'
'Not now. Probably never.' Wolfe turned. 'This need not be prolonged, Mrs. Ault. Since it can easily be-'
'My name is Maud Jordan.'
'So it is. There's nothing immutable about a name. A man's name is whatever he chooses to call
