I did so, and as I sat Jerry Grote lined a double to the rightfield corner. Bud Harrelson beat out a bunt and Grote moved to third, and Mrs. Odell pushed the button and the sound came on. More action and two Mets crossed the plate. When Ed Charles made the third out the score was tied, and as the commercial started she pushed the button, looked at me, and said, 'Call Wolfe and tell him I want to see him. Now.' She aimed a finger. 'The phone on that desk. How long will it take him?' 'Too long. Forever. You certainly don't know him 'definitely.' He leaves his house only for personal errands no one else can do, never on business. I suppose you'd rather not discuss it on the phone, so you'll have to go to him. The address is on the letterhead. Six o'clock would be a good time, he'll be available then, and the game will be--' 'My god, what a nerve,' she said. 'You think I would?' 'No, I think you wouldn't. But you said you want to see him, and I--' 'All right, all right. Forget it.' She pushed the button. Bob Murphy had replaced Ralph Kiner and he talks louder. She had to raise her voice: ''Miss Haber will take you down. She's in the hall.' I got up and went. I hadn't the slightest idea, as I was escorted to the elevator and down, and to the entrance, by Miss Haber, and as I walked to Madison Avenue and turned downtown, headed for a bar where I knew there was a TV, whether or not I had wasted a letterhead and a postage stamp and most of an afternoon. On a bet I would have taken either end. But after all, she had said she wanted to see him, and if I know Please Pass the Guilt 25 women one-tenth as well as Wolfe pretends to think I do, she was strongly inclined to get what she wanted. By the time the game ended, which the Mets won 7 to 5, I would no longer have taken either end. Two to one I had hooked her. That was how it looked as I used my key on the door of the old brownstone a little before six o'clock. Of course I couldn't leave the house that evening. When I'm not there Fritz usually answers the phone, but sometimes Wolfe does, and she might call any minute. She might. She didn't. It was also possible that she would tell either Cramer or the DA about it and he would call. He didn't. When I went to bed around midnight the odds were no longer two to one. But there was still an off chance, and when I went to the office after breakfast Sunday morning, I rang Lily Rowan and told her I was stuck for the day and would send the tickets for the ball game by messenger, and I hoped she could find someone who could yell at the umpire as loud as I did. And then, about eight minutes after the messenger had come and taken the tickets, the phone rang, and it was Mrs. Odell in person, not the secretary. She said she wanted to speak with Wolfe and I said no, that he didn't even know I had written her and seen her. 'My god,' she said, 'you might think he's the President. I want to see him. Bring him.' 'I can't and he wouldn't. Honestly, Mrs. Odell, I wish he would. It would do him good to get out more, but not a chance. If there was a way of scoring pigheadedness it would be interesting to match him with you. I think he'd win.' 'Of course I'm pigheaded. I always have been.' 'I'm perfectly willing to make it 'strong-minded' if you prefer.' Silence. It lasted so long that I thought she had quit without bothering to hang up. Then she said, 'I'll be there at six o'clock.' 'Today? Sunday?' 'Yes.' She hung up. 26 Please Pass the Guilt I took a deep breath and enjoyed it. So far so good, but the highest hurdle was still ahead. The Sunday household routine was different. Theodore didn't come on Sunday and Wolfe's morning with the orchids could be anything from twenty minutes to four hours. Also Fritz might leave for the day right after breakfast, or he might not. That day not, he had said. The question was when to spring it. Going up to the plant rooms with it was of course out of the question; I wasn't welcome there even for a real emergency. I decided not to decide until he came down and I saw what his mood was like. When he showed, a little after eleven, he had the Sunday Times under one arm and a fourteen-inch raceme of Peristeria data in the other hand, and his 'Good morning' was a greeting, not just a growl. So when the flowers were in the vase and his bulk was satisfactorily arranged in the made-to-order chair he wouldn't swap for its weight in uranium, I spoke. 'Before you get started on the Review of the Week, I have an item you won't like. A woman is coming to see you at six o'clock today. Mrs. Peter J. Odell, whose husband opened a desk drawer and died. I had to ignore the rule on consulting you before making an appointment.' He was glaring at me. 'I was here. I was available.' 'Sure, but it was an emergency.' I opened a drawer of my desk and took out a paper. 'This is a carbon of a letter I sent her Friday afternoon.' I rose, handed it to him, and returned to my chair. 'She phoned yesterday morning, or her secretary did, and I went to see her yesterday afternoon, at her house on Sixty-third Street. She asked me to phone you to come, which of course wasn't discussable. I told her the only place she could see you was your office. She phoned this morning, an hour ago, and said she would be here at six o'clock.' He had read the letter. He read it again, with his lips pressed tight. He dropped it on his desk and looked at me. Not a glare or a scowl, just a hard, straight look. 'I don't believe it,' he said. 'It would be insufferable, as you well know.' --Mwc.iirtt.i' ;' wowaMtw-' Please Pass the Guilt 27 I nodded. 'Of course that's the reaction I expected. But she'll be here at six. The emergency I referred to is in the safe. Your checkbook. You have of course noticed that since May first I have been giving you a memo of the condition every week instead of twice a month. Of the hundred and fifty-eight days this year you have worked about ten and I have worked less than twenty, not counting office chores. I happened--' 'Not 'less' than twenty. 'Fewer.'' 'Thank you. I happened to learn that Mrs. Odell's pile goes to eight figures, maybe even nine. The alternatives were (a) quit this job and make her an offer, or (b) get her to make you an offer. I tossed a coin and you won. So I wrote her that letter.' 'Now,' he said through his teeth with his lips barely moving, '/ have alternatives.' 'Certainly. Fire me, or go to work. If you fire me I won't expect severance pay. I would have to draw the check, and for more than a month every time I have drawn a check I have had to set my jaw. In deciding, please remember that at least twice you have yourself put out a hook when the bank balance got too low for comfort. The last time was when you sent me to see a woman named Fraser. The only difference is that this time I did it without consulting you. I like to earn part of my pay.' He cupped his hands over the ends of the chair arms, leaned back, and shut his eyes. But his lips didn't start to work in and out, so he didn't really have a problem; he was just looking at it. He may have thought I was holding my breath, but probably not, because he knows me nearly as well as I know him. I was about to swivel and resume with my copy of the Times when he opened his eyes and straightened up and spoke. 'Regarding my remark to you about the most important fact that is not getting the attention it deserves. She will of course want to know what it is, and so do I. Have you a suggestion?' 'Sure. I have already told her, yesterday. It's that Odell entered Browning's room and opened the drawer of his desk 28 Please Pass the Guilt that everybody knew had only bourbon in it. Why? That's the most important question. You have only read the newspaper accounts, but I have also discussed it for an hour and a half with Lon Cohen and learned a few things that haven't been printed.' 'Confound it.' He made a face. 'Very well. Talk. From Mr. Cohen, the substance. Your conversation with that woman, verbatim.' I talked. most op the people who enter that office for the first time have something eating them, but even so they often notice one or more of the objects in view--the fourteen-bytwenty-six Keraghan rug or the three-foot globe or the floral display in the vase on Wolfe's desk. Mrs. Peter J. Odell didn't. When I escorted her to the office, her eyes fixed on Wolfe and stayed there as she crossed the rug and stopped just short of his desk. Of course he stayed put in his chair, as usual. 'Charlotte Haber is my secretary,' she said. 'I brought her because I may need her.' She went to the red leather chair, sat, and put her handbag on the little stand at her elbow. Meanwhile I had moved up one of the yellow chairs for the secretary. From the look Miss Haber had given me at the door, and the one she was now giving Wolfe, it was a good guess that she would rather have been somewhere else. The crease in her narrow forehead made it even narrower, and the way she was puckering her mouth, which was too small anyway, made it almost invisible. 'I have asked three men about you,' Mrs. Odell told Wolfe. 'You're highhanded and opinionated, and you charge high fees, but you're dependable.' Wolfe grunted. 'You should have inquired further. Competence?'

'Oh, apparently you're smart enough. I'll decide that myself. Your man told me that you said the police are neglecting 30 Please Pass the Guilt the most important question, why did my husband go to Browning's room and open that drawer? I want to know why that is so important.' She got her bag and opened it and took out a checkfold. 'How much for telling me that?' He shook his head. 'I discuss details only with clients and you haven't hired me. But since Mr. Goodwin has presumed to quote me to you--without my prior knowledge--Ill make an exception. On trial for murder, a man may be convicted without proof of motive. Establishment of motive of course helps with a jury, but it is not requisite. But in an investigation of a murder, motive is of first importance. The question was first asked in an ancient language many centuries ago: Cui bono? To try to learn who put that bomb in that drawer without knowing whom it was intended for is close to hopeless, and to learn whom it was intended for it is essential to know why your husband entered the room and opened the drawer, and who knew he was going to. Actually that's the most important question: Who knew he was going to? Did anybody? If it were my problem I would begin by concentrating on that question to the exclusion of all others. I give you that, madam, with my compliments, since Mr. Goodwin quoted me without bothering to get permission.' She still had the checkfold in her hand. 'The police think it was intended for Amory Browning.' 'No doubt. A reasonable assumption. But if it was actually intended for your husband, they're wasting their time and they'll get nowhere.' 'Why do you think it was intended for my husband?' 'I don't. But I think it might have been--and I repeat, I would want first to learn if

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