'I was told they would come at half past eleven. The lady and gentleman on the couch--'
'Came early to hold hands. Excuse my manners, I spent the night with louts and it rubbed off on me. I've got to rinse it off. Could you possibly bring up toast and coffee in eight minutes?'
'Easy. Seven. Your orange juice is in the refrigerator.' He went to the range.
I got the glass of juice from the refrigerator, got a spoon and stirred it, took a healthy sip, and headed for the hall and the stairs. One flight up the door of Wolfe's room was at the left, but I kept going and mounted another flight to my room, which was to the right, at the front of the house.
Ordinarily, what with my personal morning fog, it takes me around forty minutes to get rigged for the day, but that time I made it in thirty, with time out for the juice, toast and jam, and coffee. When Fritz came with the tray I asked him to tell Wolfe I was there, and he said he had done so on his way up, and Wolfe was pleased. I don't mean Wolfe said he was pleased; Fritz said he was. Fritz thinks he is a diplomat. At 11:42, cleaner and neater but not gayer, I went down to the office.
They were all there, all of Lily's Monday luncheon guests but Wade Eisler. Lily was in the red leather chair. Cal and Laura were still on the couch, but not holding hands. The other six were on the yellow chairs, Mel Fox, Nan Karlin, and Harvey Greve in front, and Roger Dunning, his wife, and Anna Casado in the rear. Saul Panzer and Fred Durkin were off at the side, over by the big globe.
Wolfe, at his desk, was speaking as I entered. He stopped to dart a glance at me. I halted and inquired politely, 'Am I intruding?'
Lily said, 'You look pretty spruce for a man who spent the night in jail.'
Wolfe said, 'I have told them why you were delayed. Now that you're here I'll proceed.' As I circled around the company to get to my desk he went on, to them, 'I repeat, I have been employed by Miss Rowan and am acting in her interest, but I am solely responsible for what I am about to say. If I defame I alone am liable;
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she is not. You are here at my invitation, but you came, of course, not to please me but to hear me. I won't keep you longer than I must'
'We have to be at the Garden by a quarter after one,' Roger Dunning said. 'The show starts at two.'
'Yes, sir, I know.' Wolfe's eyes went right and then left. 'I think it likely that one of you won't be there. I am not prepared to say to one of .you, 'You killed Wade Eisler and I can prove it,' but I can offer a suggestion. All of you had the opportunity and the means; you were there, the steel rod was there, the rope was there. None of you was eliminated with certainty by a check of your movements. I made no such check, but the police did, and at that sort of thing they are inimitable. So it was a question of motive, as it often is.'
He pinched his nose with a thumb and forefinger, and I suppressed a grin. He is convinced that when a woman is present, let alone four of them, the air is tainted with perfume. Sometimes it is, naturally, but not then and there. I have a good nose and I hadn't smelled any on the cowgirls, and you have to get a good deal closer to Lily than Wolfe was to catch hers. But he pinched his nose.
He resumed. 'From the viewpoint of the police two facts pointed to Mr. Barrow: it was his rope, and he found the body. Rather, it seemed to me, they pointed away from him, but let that pass. He had a motive, but no one knew it but Miss Jay and Mr. Goodwin. If the police had known it he would have been charged with murder. I learned of it only yesterday, and I ignored it because Mr. Goodwin told me to. He was convinced that Mr. Barrow was innocent, and he is not easy to convince. Mr. Barrow, you and I are in his debt--you because he saved you from a mortal hazard, and I because he saved me from wasting time and trouble on you.'
'Yes, sir,' Cal said. 'That's not all I owe him.' He looked at Laura, and for a second I thought he was going to take her hand in public, but he reined in.
'I also learned yesterday,' Wolfe went on, 'that Miss Karlin had had a motive, and, according to Miss Jay, that Mr. Fox had had one. But later Miss Jay recanted. Miss Jay, did you tell Mr. Fox of Miss Karlin's experience at Eisler's apartment?' The Rodeo Murder 181
'No. I must have been--'
'The 'no' is enough. But you did phone the police yesterday that you saw Mr. Goodwin on Miss Rowan's terrace at half past three Monday afternoon?'
'What?' Laura stared. 'I never phoned the police anything!'
'You must have. It is of no consequence now, but--'
'I phoned the police,' Ellen Dunning said. 'I phoned them and told them that because it was true, and I thought they ought to know.'
'But you didn't identify yourself.'
'No, I didn't. I was afraid to. I didn't know what they might do because I hadn't told about it before. But I thought they ought to know.'
I wouldn't have dreamed that the day would ever come when I would owe Laura an apology.
'I doubt,' Wolfe said, 'if you have earned their gratitude. Certainly not mine or Mr. Goodwin's. To go back to Mr. Fox--by the way, Miss Kailin, you were released on bail this morning?'
'Yes,' Nan said.
'You were questioned at length?'
'I certainly was.'
'Did they worm it out of you that you had told Mr. Fox of your visit to Eisler's apartment?'
'Of course not! I hadn't told him! He didn't know about it until yesterday!'
Wolfe's eyes moved. 'Do you confirm that, Mr. Fox?'
