I disapproved and we debated it.
Instead of waiting until Wolfe came down, to report the development, after I had done the morning chores in the office opening the mail, dusting, emptying the wastebaskets, removing sheets from the desk calendars, putting fresh water in the vase on Wolfe's desk I mounted the three flights to the plant rooms. June is not the best show-off month for a collection of orchids, especially not for one like Wolfe's, with more than two hundred varieties. The first room, the tropical, had only a few splotches of color; the next one, the intermediate, was more flashy but nothing like March; the third one, the cool, had more flowers but they're not so gaudy. In the last one, the potting room, Wolfe was at the bench with Theodore Horstmann, inspecting the nodes on a pseudo- bulb. As I approached he turned his head and growled, Well? He is supposed to be interrupted up there only in an emergency.
Nothing urgent, I said. Just to tell you that I'm taking a Cypripedium lawrenceanum hyeanum one flower. To wear. A woman phoned about buttons, and when I meet her at twelve-thirty it will mark me.
When will you leave?
A little before noon. I'll stop at the bank on the way to deposit a check.
Very well. He resumed the inspection. Too busy for questions. I went and got the posy and on down. When he came down at eleven he asked for a verbatim report and got it, and had one question: What about her? I told him his guess was as good as mine, say one chance in ten that she really had it, and when I said I might as well leave sooner and get the overalls from Hirsh and have them with me, he approved.
So when I took post near the newsstand in the lobby of the Chanin Building, a little ahead of time, having learned from the directory that Quinn and Coffin was on the ninth floor, I had the paper bag. That kind of waiting is different, with faces to watch coming and going, male and female, old and young, sure and saggy. About half of them looked as if they needed either a doctor or a lawyer or a detective, including the one who stopped in front of me with her head tilted back. When I said, Miss Epps? she nodded.
I'm Archie Goodwin. Shall we go downstairs? I have reserved, a table.
She shook her head. I always eat lunch alone.
I want to be fair, but it's fair to say that she had probably had very few invitations to lunch, if any. Her nose was flat and she had twice as much chin as she needed. Her age was somewhere between thirty and fifty. We can talk here, she said.
At least we can start here, I conceded. What do you know about white horsehair buttons?
I know I've seen some. But before I tell you how do I know you'll pay me?
You don't. I touched her elbow and we moved aside, away from the traffic. But I do. I got a card from my case and handed it to her. Naturally I'll have to check what you tell me, and it will have to be practical. You could tell me you knew a man in Singapore who made white horsehair buttons but he's dead.
I've never been in Singapore. It's nothing like that.
Good. What is it like?
I saw them right here. In this building.
When?
Last summer. She hesitated and then went on. There was a girl in the office for a month, vacation time, filling in, and one day I noticed the buttons on her blouse. I said I had never seen any buttons like them, and she said very few people had. I asked her where I could get some, and she said nowhere. She said her aunt made them out of horsehair, and it took her a day to make one button, so she didn't make them to sell, just as a hobby.
Were the buttons white?
Yes.
How many were on her blouse?
I don't remember. I think five.
At the Hirsh Laboratories, deciding it would be better not to display the overalls, I had cut off one of the buttons, one of the three still intact. I took it from a pocket and offered it. Anything like that?
She gave it a good look. Exactly like that, as I remember, but of course it was nearly a year ago. That size too.
I retrieved the button. This sounds as if it may help, Miss Epps. What's the girl's name?
She hesitated. I suppose I have to tell you.
You certainly do.
I don't want to get her into any trouble. Nero Wolfe is a detective and so are you.
I don't want to get anybody into trouble unless they have asked for it. Anyway, from what you've already told me it would be a cinch to find her. What's her name?
Tenzer. Anne Tenzer.
What's her aunt's name?
I don't know. She didn't tell me and I didn't ask.
Have you seen her since last summer?
No.
