saw you I felt . . . but I will not try to tell you how I felt. If any of the others had come and taken another plate I would have stopped her, but not you. Before you I was dumb. So it is useless.
Needing only one hand for my pen, I used the free one to blow a kiss to Purley.
Carol: I see. So you're sure.
Zoltan: I am, my dear. Very sure.
Carol: But you haven't told the police.
Zoltan: Of course not. As I told you.
Carol: Have you told Nero Wolfe or Archie Goodwin?
Zoltan: I have told no one. How could I tell anyone? Mr. Wolfe is sure that the one who returned for another plate is the one who killed that man, gave him poison, and Mr. Wolfe is always right. So it is terrible for me. Could I tell anyone that I know you killed a man? You? How could I? That is why I had to see you, to talk with you. If you weren't wearing that veil I could look into your beautiful eyes. I think I know what I would see there. I would see suffering and sorrow. I saw that in your eyes Tuesday evening. I know he made you suffer. I know you wouldn't kill a man unless you had to. That is why?
The voice stopped. That was understandable, since Mrs. Piotti had gone through the door with the spaghetti and coffee and had had time to reach their table. Assorted sounds came as she served them. Purley muttered, 'He's overdoing it,' and I muttered back,
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'No. He's perfect.' Piotti came over and stood looking down at my notebook. It wasn't until after Mrs. Piotti was back in the kitchen that Carol's voice came.
Carol: That's why I am wearing the veil, Zoltan, because I know it's in my eyes. You're right. I had to. He did make me suffer.
f He ruined my life.
| Zoltan: No, my dear. Your life is not ruined. No! No matter
'. what he did. Was he ... did he ...
V I was biting my lip again. Why didn't he give them the signal? The food had been served and presumably they were eating. He had been told that it would be pointless to try to get her to give him any details of her relations with Pyle, since they would almost certainly be lies. Why didn't he give the signal? Her voice was coming:
Carol: He promised to marry me. I'm only twenty-two years old, Zoltan. I didn't think I would ever let a man touch me again, but the way you ... I don't know. I'm glad you know I killed him because it will be better now, to know that somebody knows.
; To know that you know. Yes, I had to kill him, I had to, because if I didn't I would have had to kill myself. Some day I may tell you what a fool I was, how I--Oh! Zoltan: What? What's the matter?
Carol: My bag. I left it in my car. Out front. And I didn't lock the car. A blue Plymouth hardtop. Would you . . . I'll go. ... Zoltan: I'll get it.
' The sound came of his chair scraping, then faintly his footsteps,
I and then silence. But the silence was broken in ten seconds,
: whereas it would have taken him at least a minute to go for the purse and return. What broke it was a male voice saying, 'I'm an officer of the law, Miss Annis,' and a noise from Carol. Purley, shedding his earphone, jumped up and went, and I followed, notebook in hand.
It was quite a tableau. The male dick stood with a hand on Carol's shoulder. Carol sat stiff, her chin up, staring straight ahead. The female dick, not much older than Carol, stood facing her from across the table, holding with both hands, at breast level, a plate of spaghetti. She spoke to Purley. 'She put something in it and
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then stuck something in her dress. I saw her in my mirror.' I moved in. After all, I was in charge, under the terms Cramer
had agreed to. 'Thank you, Miss Annis,' I said. 'You were a help.
On a signal from Zoltan they were going to start a commotion to
give him an excuse to leave the table, but you saved them the
trouble. I thought you'd like to know. Come on, Zoltan. All over.
According to plan.' He had entered and stopped three paces off, a blue handbag
under his arm. As he moved toward us Purley put out a hand.
Til take that.'
IX
Cramer was in the red leather chair. Carol Annis was in a yellow one facing Wolfe's desk, with Purley on one side of her and his female colleague on the other. The male colleague had been sent to the laboratory with the plate of spaghetti and a roll of paper that had been fished from inside Carol's dress. Fritz, Felix, and Zoltan were on the couch near the end of my desk.
'I will not pretend, Miss Annis,' Wolfe was saying. 'One reason that I persuaded Mr. Cramer to have you brought here first on your way to limbo was that I needed to appease my rancor. You had injured and humiliated not only me, but also one of my most valued friends, Fritz Brenner, and two other men whom I esteem, and I had arranged the situation that gave you your opportunity; and I wished them to witness ydur own humiliation, contrived by me, in my presence.'
