In short, that you desire her. I can't tell you how to convey that impression; I must leave that to you. The only requisite is that she must be convinced that if she refuses to meet you, you will go at once to the police and tell them the truth.'
'Then you know,' Zoltan said. 'Then she is guilty.'
'Not at all. I haven't the slightest idea who is guilty. When you have finished with her you will phone the other four and repeat the performance--Miss Choate, Miss Annis, Miss--'
'My God, Mr. Wolfe! That's impossible!'
'Not impossible, merely difficult You alone can do it, for they know your voice. I considered having Archie do it, imitating your voice, but it would be too risky. You said you would help, but there's no use trying it if the bare idea appalls you. Will you undertake it?'
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'I don't... I would . . .'
'He will,' Felix said. 'He is like that. He only needs to swallow it. He will do it well. But I must ask, can he be expected to get them all to agree to meet him? The guilty one, yes, but the others?'
'Certainly not. There is much to discuss and arrange. The innocent ones will react variously according to their tempers. One or more of them will probably inform the police, and I must provide for that contingency with Mr. Cramer.' To Zoltan: 'Since it is possible that one of the innocent ones will agree to meet you, for some unimaginable reason, you will have to give them different hours for the appointments. There are many details to settle, but that is mere routine. The key is you. You must of course rehearse, and into a telephone transmitter. There are several stations on the house phone. You will go to Archie's room and speak from there. We will listen at the other stations: Archie in the plant rooms, I in my room, Fritz in the kitchen, and Felix here. Archie will handle the other end of the conversation; he is much better qualified than I to improvise the responses of young women. Do you want me to repeat the substance of what you are to say before rehearsal?'
Zoltan opened his mouth and closed it again. 'Yes,' he said.
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Sergeant Purley Stebbins shifted his fanny for the nth time in two hours. 'She's not coming,' he muttered. 'It's nearly eight o'clock.' His chair was about half big enough for his personal dimensions.
We were squeezed in a corner of the kitchen of John Piotti's little restaurant on i4th Street between Second and Third Avenues. On the midget table between us were two notebooks, his and mine, and a small metal case. Of the three cords extending from the case, the two in front went to the earphones we had on, and the one at the back ran down the wall, through the floor, along the basement ceiling toward the front, back up through the floor, and
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on through a table top, where it was connected to a microphone hidden in a bowl of artificial flowers. The installation, a rush order, had cost Wolfe $191.67. Permission to have it made had cost him nothing because he had once got John Piotti out of a difficulty and hadn't soaked him beyond reason.
'We'll have to hang on,' I said. 'You never can tell with a redhead.'
The exposed page of my notebook was blank, but Purley had written on his. As follows:
Helen lacono 6:00 p.m.
Peggy Choate 7:30 p.m.
Carol Annis '' 9:00 p.m.
Lucy Morgan 10:30 p.m.
Nora Jaret 12:00 p.m.
It was in my head. If I had had to write it down I would certainly have made one 'p.m.' do, but policemen are trained to do things right.
'Anyhow,' Purley said, 'we know damn well who it is.'
'Don't count your poisoners,' I said, 'before they're hatched.' It was pretty feeble, but I was tired and still short on sleep.
I hoped to heaven he was right, since otherwise the operation was a flop. So far everything had been fine. After half an hour of rehearsing Zoltan had been wonderful. He had made the five calls from the extension in my room, and when he was through I told him his name should be in lights on a Broadway marquee. The toughest job had been getting Inspector Cramer to agree to Wolfe's terms, but he had no good answer to Wolfe's argument that if he insisted on changing the rules Zoltan wouldn't play. So Purley was in the kitchen with me, Cramer was with Wolfe in the office, prepared to stay for dinner, Zoltan was at the restaurant table with the hidden mike, and two homicide dicks, one male and one female, were at another table twenty feet away. One of the most elaborate charades Wolfe had ever staged.
Purley was right when he said we knew who it was, but I was right too--she hadn't been hatched yet. The reactions to Zoltan's calls had settled it. Helen lacono had been indignant and after a
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couple of minutes had hung up on him, and had immediately phoned the District Attorney's office. Peggy Choate had let him finish his spiel and then called him a liar, but she had not said definitely that she wouldn't meet him, and the DA or police hadn't heard from her. Carol Annis, after he had spoken his lines, had used only ten words: 'Where can I meet you?' and, after he had told her where and when: 'All right, I'll be there.' Lucy Morgan had coaxed him along, trying to get him to fill it all in on the phone, had finally said she would keep the appointment, and then had rushed downtown and rung our doorbell, told me her tale, demanded that I accompany
