“I want to speak to him.”
She sounded urgent. I proceeded as I did not merely out of curiosity. There was obviously going to be a collision between Wolfe and Jimmy Vail about saving it until Friday, and if that was what she was urgent about I wanted to hear it firsthand. So I told her to hold the wire, told him his wife wanted to speak to him, and beat it, to the kitchen and the extension there. As I got the receiver to my ear Mrs Vail was talking.
“… terrible has happened. A man just phoned from White Plains, Captain Saunders of the State Police, he said, and he said they found a dead body, a woman, and it’s Dinah Utley, they think it is, and they want me to come to White Plains to identify it or send someone. My God, Jimmy,
JIMMY: I don’t know. Maybe Archie Goodwin will know; he’s listening in on an extension. Did he say how she was killed?
ALTHEA: No. He-
JIMMY: Or where the body was found?
ALTHEA: No. He-
JIMMY: Or why they think it’s Dinah Utley?
ALTHEA: Yes, things in her bag and in the car. Her car was there. I don’t think-I don’t want to-can’t I send Emil?
JIMMY: Why not? How about it, Goodwin? Emil is the chauffeur. He can certainly tell them whether it’s Dinah Utley or not. Must my wife go? Or must I go?
It was no use pretending I wasn’t there. “No,” I said, “not just for identification. Of course if it’s Dinah Utley they’ll want to ask both of you some questions, if there’s any doubt about how she died, but for that they can come to you. For identification only, even I would do. If you want to ask Mr Wolfe to send me.”
ALTHEA: Yes! Do that, Jimmy!
JIMMY: Well… maybe… where did he say to come in White Plains?
ME: I know where to go.
ALTHEA: It must be Dinah! She didn’t come home last night and now-this is terrible-
JIMMY: Take it easy, Al. I’ll be there soon. Just take it easy and…
I cradled the phone and went back to the office. Vail was hanging up as I entered. I said to him, “Naturally I want to hear what a client of Mr Wolfe’s has to say on his phone. And naturally you knew I would.” I turned to Wolfe. “A state cop called Mrs Vail from White Plains. They have found a woman’s body, he didn’t say where, and from articles in her bag and her car they think it’s Dinah Utley. Also there must have been something that connected her with Mrs Vail, maybe just the address. He asked Mrs Vail to come to White Plains and identify her, and she doesn’t want to go, and neither does Mr Vail. I suggested that he might want to ask you to send me.”
Wolfe was scowling at Vail. He switched it to me. “Did she die by violence?”
“Mrs Vail doesn’t know. I’ve reported in full.”
“Look,” Vail said, “this is a hell of a thing.” He was standing at the corner of my desk. “Good God. This is a real shocker. I suppose I ought to go myself.”
“If it’s Miss Utley,” Wolfe said, “and if she died by violence, they’ll ask you where you were last night. That would be routine.”
“I’m not telling anyone where I was last night, not until Friday morning. Not even you.”
“Then you’ll be suspect. You and your wife should confer without delay. And if Mr Goodwin goes to identify the body and it is Miss Utley, he will be asked about his association with her, when and where he has seen her. You know she was here yesterday?”
“Yes. My wife told me. But my God, he won’t tell them about that, why she came here!”
Wolfe leaned back and shut his eyes. Vail started to say something, saw he wouldn’t be heard, and stopped. He went to the red leather chair and sat, then got up again, walked halfway to the door, turned, and came back to Wolfe’s desk and stood looking down at him.
Wolfe’s eyes opened, and he straightened up. “Archie, get Mrs Vail.”
“I’m here,” Vail said. “You can talk to me.”
“You’re not my client, Mr Vail. Your wife is.”
I was dialing. The number was in my head, where I had filed it when I looked it up Tuesday night. A female voice said, “Mrs Vail’s residence,” and I said Nero Wolfe wanted to speak with Mrs Vail. After a wait our client’s voice came, “This is Althea Vail. Mr Wolfe?” and I nodded to Wolfe and he took his phone. I stayed on, but I had to fight for it. Jimmy Vail came to take it away from me, reaching for it and getting his fingers on it, but I kept it against my ear and didn’t hear what he said because I was listening to Wolfe.
“Good morning, madam. I was gratified to see your husband, as of course you were. The telephone call you received from White Plains puts a new problem, and I offer a suggestion. I understand that you prefer not to go to White Plains to see if the dead woman is Miss Utley. Is that correct?”
“Yes. Archie Goodwin said he would go.”
Wolfe grunted. “Mr Goodwin will always go. He is-uh-energetic. But there are difficulties. If it is Miss Utley, he will be asked when and where he last saw her, and when he says she came to my office yesterday he will be asked for particulars. If he gives them in full he will have to include the fact that when she left we, he and I, had formed a strong suspicion that she was implicated in the kidnaping of your husband, and then-”
“Dinah? She was implicated? That’s ridiculous! Why did you suspect that?”
