The eonneestion went. He had slammed it down, got a sheet of t^hin tissue paper from a drawer, tore i a come, a^ went and placed it carefully ovei Cynthia's mou*>h and nostrils. In ten seconds it hadnl stirred
Voices had *>een sounding from the hall. Now one o| them eifcred fche office. Its owner was the guest who hadbeeainthes' cloakroom with Fritz when the screech^ came. He was a chunky broad-shouldered guy with' sharp donineearing dark eyes and arms like a gorilla's.; His voice was ^oing strong as he started toward me from the door, tout it stopped when he had come far I enough to get sa. good look at the object on the floor. 'My God,' l*e said huskily. 'Yes,Br/' L agreed. 'Howdidit happen?' 'Dotfkno^r.' 'Who b it?' 'Doirtkno^r.'
He nade hi^ eyes come away from it and up until they met minev and I Save m'm an A for control. It really was a sigi?t.
'The man at the door won't let us leave,' he stated. 'No, ?. Yo?a can see why.' 'I certainly can.' His eyes stayed with me, however. 'Bat we know nothing about it. My name is Carlisle, Homeir N. Carlisle. I am the executive vice president of the North American Foods Company. My wife was merely acting under impulse; she wanted to see the office of Nero Wolfe, and she opened the door and entered. Shwe's sorry she did, and so am I. We have an appointment, and there's no reason why we should be detained.'
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too,' I told him. 'But one thing, if noth wife discovered the body. We're stuck you are, with a corpse here in our office, ?en't even got a wife who had an impulse.
nothing. So I guess-- Hello, Doc.' ry entering and nodding at me on the fly, was i as he set his black case on the floor and ie it. His house was down the street and he jfconly two hundred yards to trot, but he was l- weight. As he opened the case and got out Homer Carlisle stood and watched flips pressed tight, and I did likewise until I sound of Wolfe's elevator. Crossing to the i into the hall, I surveyed the terrain. Toward Saul and Fritz were calming down the i in the caracul coat, now Mrs. Carlisle to me. Polfe and Mrs. Mimi Orwin were emerging from srator. Four guests were coming down the tiGene Orwin, Colonel Percy Brown, Bill McNab, aiddle-aged male with a mop of black hair, ayed by the office door to block the quartet on As Wolfe headed for me, Mrs. Carlisle 1 to him and grabbed his arm. 'I only wanted to office! I want to go! I'm not--' s pulled at him and sputtered, I noted a detail. 1 coat was unfastened, and the ends of a silk figured and gaily colored, were flying loose, at least half of the female guests had sported I mention it only to be honest and admit that I of touchy on that subject. ITolfe, who had already been too close to too many eh that day to suit him, tried to jerk away, but she on. She was the big-boned flat-chested athletic I, and it could have been quite a tussle, with him rig twice as much as her and four times as big
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around, if Saul hadn't rescued him by coming in between and prying her loose. That didn't stop her tongue, but Wolfe ignored it and came on toward me.
'Has Dr. Vollmer come?'
'Yes, sir.'
The executive vice-president emerged from the office, talking. 'Mr. Wolfe, my name is Homer N. Carlisle and I insist--'
'Shut up,' Wolfe growled. On the sill of the door to the office, he faced the audience. 'Flower lovers,' he said with bitter scorn. 'You told me, Mr. McNab, a distinguished group of sincere and devoted gardeners. PfuilSaul!'
'Yes, sir.'
'Are you armed?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Put them all in the dining room and keep them there. Let no one touch anything around this door, especially the knob. Archie, come with me.'
He wheeled and entered the office. Following, I used my foot to swing the door nearly shut, leaving no crack but not latching it. When I turned Vollmer was standing, facing Wolfe's scowl.
'Well?' Wolfe demanded.
'Dead,' Vollmer told him. 'With asphyxiation from strangling sometimes you can do something, but it wasn't even worth trying.'
'How long ago?'
'I don't know, but not more than an hour or two. Two hours at the outside, probably less.'
Wolfe looked at the thing on the floor, with no change in his scowl, and back at Doc. 'You say strangling. Finger marks?'
'No. A constricting band of something with pres Curtains for Three 163
j below the hyoid bone. Not a stiff or narrow band;
liing soft like a strip of cloth--say a scarf.' (folfe switched to me. 'You didn't notify the po
Jo, sir.' I glanced at Vollmer and back. 'I need a
n
'. suppose so.' He spoke to Doc. 'If you will leave a moment? The front room?'
tier hesitated, uncomfortable. 'As a doctor
I to a violent death I'd catch hell. Of course I could ?
ten go to a corner and cover your ears.' i did so. He went to the farthest corner, the angle by the partition of the bathroom, pressed his i to his ears, and stood facing us. | addressed Wolfe with a lowered voice. 'I was , and she came in. She was either scared good or ; on a very fine act. Apparently it wasn't an act, Ipow think I should have alerted Saul and Fritz, fcdoesn't matter what I now think. Last October a t named Doris Hatten was killed-- strangled--in ent. No one got elected. Remember?'
said she was a friend of Doris Batten's and ; her apartment that day and saw the man that s strangling, and
