I said, 'You're not so hot. Wolfe recognized your voice on the telephone last night.'
'He didn't.'
'He did.'
'He agreed to meet me at the hotel at six in the morn- ing.'
'Bah. You laid an egg, that's all. However, you got him out of bed at midnight, which was something. Thank you for doing me the favor. Now I want to offer to do you one, and I'm in a hurry. How would you like to take a lesson in detective work?'
'Who would give it to me?'
'I would.'
'I'd love it.'
'Fine. This may be the beginning of a worthwhile career for you. The lesson is simple but requires control of the voice and the facial muscles. You may not be needed, but on the other hand you may. You are to stay here, or close by. Sometime in the next hour or two I may come for you, or send Bert-'
'Come yourself.'
'Okay. And escort you to the presence of Mr. Wolfe and a man. Wolfe will ask you a question and you will tell a lie. It won't be a complicated lie and there is no possibility of your getting tripped up. But it will help to pin a murder on a man, and therefore I want to assure you that it is not a frame- up. The man is guilty. If there were a chance in a million that he's innocent-'
'Don't bother.' The corner of her mouth went up. 'Do I have any company in the lie?'
'Yes. Me; also Wolfe. What we need is corroboration.'
'Then as far as I'm concerned it isn't a lie at all. Truth is relative. I see you've washed your face. Kiss me.'
'Pay in advance, huh?'
'Not in full. On account.'
After about 30 or 32 seconds I straightened up again and cleared my throat and said, 'Whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well.'
She was smiling and didn't say anything. 'This is it,' I said. 'Now quit smiling and listen.' It didn't take long to explain it. Four minutes later I was on my way to the house.
Wolfe was on the terrace with Pratt and Jimmy and Monte McMillan. Jimmy looked sullen and preoccupied, and I judged from his eyes that he was having too many high- balls. McMillan sat to one side, silent, with his eyes fixed on Wolfe. Pratt was raving. He appeared to be not only sore because the general ruction had spoiled his barbecue plans and ruined the tail end of his country sojourn, but specifically and pointedly sore at Wolfe for vague but active reasons which had probably come to him on the bounce from Dis- trict Attorney Waddell. Even so his deeper instincts pre- vailed, for when I arrived he interrupted himself to toss me a nod and let out a yell for Bert.
But Wolfe, who, I noticed, had already disposed of a bottle of beer, shook his head at me and stood up. 'No,' he said. 'Please, Mr. Pratt. I don't resent your belligerence, but I think before long you may acknowledge its misdirection. You may even thank me, but I don't ask for that either. I didn't want to disturb you. I needed to have a talk with Mr. McMillan in private. When I told him so on the phone this morning and we tried to settle on a meeting place that would ensure privacy, I took the liberty of suggesting your house. There was a special reason for it, that the presence of Miss Rowan might be desirable.'
'Lily Rowan? What the hell has she got to do with it?'
'That will appear. Or maybe it won't. Anyhow, Mr. Mc- Millan agreed to meet me here. If my presence is really offensive to you we'll go elsewhere. I thought perhaps that room upstairs-'
'I don't give a damn. But if there's anything on my mind I'm in the habit of getting it off-'
'Later. Indulge me. It will keep. If youll permit us to use the room upstairs?…'
'Help yourself.' Pratt waved a hand. 'You'll need some- thing to drink. Bert! Hey, Bert!'
Jimmy shut his eyes and groaned.
We got ourselves separated. McMillan, who still hadn't opened his mouth, followed Wolfe, and I brought up the rear. As we started up the stairs, with the stockman's broad back towering above me, I got my pistol from the holster, to which it had been previously restored, and slipped it into my side coat pocket, hoping it could stay there. There was one item on Wolfe's bill of fare that might prove to be ticklish.
The room was in apple-pie order, with the afternoon sun slanting in through the modem casement windows which Wolfe had admired. I moved the big upholstered chair around for him, and placed a couple more for McMillan and me. Bert appeared, as sloppy and efficient as ever, with beer and the makings of highballs. As soon as that had been arranged and Bert had disappeared, McMillan said:
'This is the second time I've gone out of my way to see you, as a favor to Fred Osgood. It's sort of getting monotonous. I've got 7 cows and a bull at Crowfield that I've just bought that I ought to be taking home.'
He stopped. Wolfe said nothing. Wolfe sat leaning back in the big upholstered chair, motionless, his hands resting on the polished wooden arms, gazing at the stockman with half-shut eyes. There was no indication that he intended either to speak or to move.
McMillan finally demanded, 'What the hell is this, a staring match?'
Wolfe shook his head. 'I don't like it,' he said. 'Believe me, sir, I take no pleasure from it. I have no desire to drag it out, to prolong the taste of victory. There has already been too much delay, far too much.' He put his hand in his breast pocket, withdrew the memo pad, and held it out. 'Take that, please, and examine the first
