left the flaps of the canvas covering it, and then stood back and stretched our fingers, nobody looking at anybody.
Dave said, 'I never seen such a sight.' He looked in- complete without the shotgun. 'Godalmighty, I never seen
anything like it.'
'Shut up,' Pratt told him. Pratt looked sick. He began pulling at his lower lip again. 'Now we'll have to telephone… we'll have to notify the Osgoods. All right. A doctor too. We have to notify a doctor anyway. Don't we?'
Jimmy took hold of his uncle's elbow. 'Brace up. Uncle Tom. It wasn't your fault. What the hell was he doing in that pasture? Go get yourself a drink. I'll do the phoning.'
Bert bustled out as soon as he heard the word 'drink.' Caroline had disappeared again. The others shuffled their feet. I left them and went upstairs.
In our room Wolfe was in the comfortable upholstered chair, under a reading lamp, with one of the books we had brought along. Knowing my step, he didn't bother to glance up as I entered and crossed to the bathroom-we might have been at home in the office. I took off my shirt to scrub my hands and splash cold water over my face, then put it on again, and my necktie and coat, and went out and sat on the edge of a straight-backed chair.
Wolfe let his eyes leave the page long enough to ask, 'Not going to bed? You should. Relax. I'll stop reading shortly. It's eleven o'clock.'
'Yeah, I know it is. There'll be a doctor coming, and before he gives a certificate he'll probably want to see me. I was first on the scene.'
He grunted and returned to his reading. I stayed on the edge of the chair and returned to my thoughts. I don't know when I began it, since it was unconscious, or how long I kept it up, but when Wolfe spoke again I became aware that I had been rubbing the back of my left hand with the finger tips of my right as I sat staring at various spots on the floor.
'You should realize, Archie, that that is very irritating.
Rubbing your hand indefinitely like that.'
I said offensively, 'You'll get used to it in time.' He finished a paragraph before he dog-eared a page and closed the book, and sighed. 'What is it, temperament? It was a shock, of course, but you have seen violence before, and the poor monstrosity life leaves behind when it departs-'
'I can stand the monstrosity. Go ahead and read your book. At present I'm low, but I'll snap out of it by morning. Down there you mentioned professional instinct. I may be short on that, but you'll allow me my share of professional pride. I was supposed to be keeping an eye on that bull, wasn't I? That was my job, wasn't it? And I sat over by the roadside smoking cigarettes while he killed a man.'
'You were guarding the bull, not the man. The bull is intact.'
'Much obliged for nothing. Phooey. You're accustomed to feeling pleased because you're Nero Wolfe, aren't you? All right, on my modest scale I permit myself a similar feel- ing about Archie Goodwin. When did you ever give me an errand that you seriously expected me to perform and I didn't perform it? I've got a right to expect that when Archie Goodwin is told to watch a pasture and see that nothing happens to a bull, nothing will happen. And you tell me that nothing happened to the bull, the bull's all right, he just killed a man… what do you call that kind of suds?'
'Sophistry. Casuistry. Ignoratio elenchi.'
'Okay, I'll take all three.'
'It's the feeling that you should have prevented the bull from killing a man that has reduced you to savagery.'
'Yes. It was my job to keep things from happening in that pasture.'
'Well.' He sighed. 'To begin with, will you never learn to make exact statements? You said that I told you the bull killed a man. I didn't say that. If I did say that, it wouldn't be true. Mr. Osgood was almost certainly murdered, but not by a bull.'
I goggled at him. 'You're crazy. I saw it.'
'Suppose you tell me what you did see. I've had no de- tails from you, but I'll wager you didn't see the bull impale Mr. Osgood, alive, on his horns. Did you?'
'No. When I got there he was pushing at him on the ground. Not very hard. Playing with him. I didn't know whether he was dead or not, so I climbed the fence and walked over and when I was ten feet away-'
Wolfe frowned. 'You were in danger. Unnecessarily. The man was dead.'
'I couldn't tell. I fired in the air, and the bull beat it, and I took a look. I didn't have to apply any tests. And now you have the nerve to say the bull didn't kill him. What are you trying to do, work up a case because business has been bad?'
'No. I'm trying to make you stop rubbing the back of your hand so I can finish this chapter before going to bed. I'm explaining that Mr. Osgood's death was not due to your negligence and would have occurred no matter where you were, only I presume the circumstances would have been differently arranged. I was not guilty of sophistry. I might suggest a thousand dangers to your self-respect, but a failure on the job tonight would not be one. You didn't fail. You were told to prevent the removal of the bull from the pasture. You had no reason to suspect an attempt to harm the bull, since the enemy's purpose was to defend him from harm, and certainly no reason to suspect an effort to frame him on a charge of murder. I do hope you won't begin-'
He stopped on account of footsteps in the hall. They stopped by our door. There was a knock and I said come in and Bert entered.
He looked at me. 'Could you come downstairs? Mr. Os- good is down there and wants to see you.'
