“Yes.”
“Then it couldn't have been very conspicuous.”
“I didn't say it was conspicuous. It wasn't.”
“You have good eyesight, of course, at your age.” Wolfe glanced at the clock and turned to me. “When is the next train for Atlantic City?”
“Four-thirty,” I told him.
“Then you have plenty of time. Give Mrs Shepherd enough to cover all expenses.
You will take her and her daughter to the station. Since they do not wish it to be known that they have made this trip, it would be unwise for them to do any telephoning, and of course you will make sure that they board the right train, and that the train actually starts. As you know, I do not trust trains either to start or, once started, to stop.”
“We're going back,” Mom said, unbelieving but daring to hope.
Chapter Eleven
There was one little incident I shouldn't skip, on the train when I had found their seats for them and was turning to go. I had made no effort to be sociable, since their manner, especially Nancylee's, had made it plain that if I had stepped into a man-hole they wouldn't even have halted to glance down in. But as I turned to go Mom suddenly reached up to pat me on the shoulder. Apparently the pat I had given her at one of her darkest moments had been noticed after all, or maybe it was because I had got them Pullman seats. I grinned at her, but didn't risk offering to shake hands in farewell. I ride my luck only so far.
Naturally another party was indicated, but I didn't realize how urgent it was until I got back to the office and found a note, on a sheet from Wolfe's memo pad, waiting for me under a paperweight on my desk-he being, as per schedule, up in the plant rooms. The note said:
Have all seven of them here at six o'clock.NW Just like snapping your fingers. I scowled at the note. Why couldn't it be after dinner, allowing more time both to get them and to work on them? Not to mention that I already had a fairly good production record for the day, with the 11 a.m. delivery I had made. My watch said ten to five. I swallowed an impulse to mount to the plant rooms and give him an argument, and reached for the phone.
I ran into various difficulties, including resistance to a summons on such short notice, with which I was in complete sympathy. Bill Meadows balked good, saying he had already told Wolfe everything he knew, including the time he had thrown a baseball through a windowpane, and I had to put pressure on him with menacing hints. Madeline Fraser and Deborah Koppel were reluctant but had to admit that Wolfe should either be fired or given all possible help. They agreed to bring Elinor Vance. Nathan Traub, whom I got first, at his office, was the only one who offered no objection, though he commented that he would have to call off an important appointment. The only two I fell down on were Savarese and Strong. The professor had left town for the weekend, I supposed to hunt formulas, and Tully Strong just couldn't be found, though I tried everywhere, including all the sponsors.
Shortly before six I phoned up to Wolfe to report. The best he had for me was a grunt. I remarked that five out of seven, at that hour on a Friday, was nothing to be sneezed at. He replied that seven would have been better.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I've sent Savarese and Strong telegrams signed A, but what if they don't get them on time?”
So there were five. Wolfe doesn't like to be seen, by anyone but Fritz or me, sitting around waiting for people, I imagine on the theory that it's bad for his prestige, and therefore he didn't come down to the office until I passed him the word that all five were there. Then he favoured us by appearing. He entered, bowed to them, crossed to his chair, and got himself comfortable. It was cosier and more intimate than it had been three days earlier, with the gate-crashers absent.
There was a little conversation. Traub offered some pointed remarks about Wolfe's refusal to admit reporters for an interview. Ordinarily, with an opening like that, Wolfe counters with a nasty crusher, but now he couldn't be bothered.
He merely waved it away.
“I got you people down here,” he said perfectly friendly, “for a single purpose, and if you're not to be late for your dinners we'd better get at it. Tuesday evening I told you that you were all lying to me, but I didn't know then how barefaced you were about it. Why the devil didn't you tell me about the piece of tape on Miss Fraser's bottle?”
They all muffed it badly, even Miss Fraser, with the sole exception of Traub. He alone looked just bewildered.
“Tape?” he asked. “What tape?”
It took the other four an average of three seconds even to begin deciding what to do about their faces.
“Who is going to tell me about it?” Wolfe inquired. “Not all of you at once.
Which one?”
“But,” Bill Meadows stammered, “we don't know what you're talking about.”
“Nonsense.” Wolfe was less friendly. “Don't waste time on that. Miss Shepherd spent most of the day here and I know all about it.” His eyes stopped on Miss Fraser. “She couldn't help it, madam. She did quite well for a child, and she surrendered only under the threat of imminent peril to you.”
What's this all about?” Traub demanded.
“It's nothing, Nat,” Miss Fraser assured him. “Nothing of any importance. Just a little…a sort of joke…among us…that you don't know about…”
“Nothing to it!” Bill Meadows said, a little too loud. There's a perfectly simple-”
“Wait, Bill.” Deborah Koppel's voice held quiet authority. Her gaze was on Wolfe. “Will you tell us exactly what Nancylee said?”
“Certainly,” Wolfe assented. “The bottle served to Miss Fraser on the broadcast is always identified with a strip of Scotch tape. That has been going on for months, nearly a year. The tape is either brown, the colour of the bottle, or transparent, is half an inch wide, and encircles the neck of the bottle near the shoulder.”
“Is that all she told you?”
“That's the main thing. Let's get that explained. What's the tape for?”
“Didn't Nancylee tell you?”
“She said she didn't know.”
Deborah was frowning. “Why, she must know! It's quite simple. As we told you, when we get to the studio the day of a broadcast Miss Vance takes the bottles from the cabinet and puts them in the refrigerator. But that gives them only half an hour or a little longer to get cold, and Miss Fraser likes hers as cold as possible, so a bottle for her is put in earlier and the tape put on to tell it from the others.”
“Who puts it there and when?”
Well-that depends. Sometimes one of us puts it there the day before…sometimes, it's one left over from the preceding broadcast…”
“Good heavens,” Wolfe murmured. “I didn't know you were an imbecile, Miss Koppel.”
“I am not an imbecile, Mr Wolfe.”
“I'll have to have more than your word for it. I presume the explanation you have given me was concocted to satisfy the casual curiosity of anyone who might notice the tape on the bottle-and, incidentally, I wouldn't be surprised if it was offered to Miss Shepherd and after further observation she rejected it.
That's one thing she didn't tell me. For that purpose the explanation would be adequate-except with Miss Shepherd-but to try it on me! I'll withdraw the 'imbecile', since I blurted it at you without warning, but I do think you might have managed something a little less flimsy.”
“It may be flimsy,” Bill Meadows put in aggressively, “but it happens to be true.”
“My dear sir.” Wolfe was disgusted. “You too? Then why didn't it satisfy Miss Shepherd, if it was tried on her, and why was she sworn to secrecy? Why weren't all the bottles put in the refrigerator in advance, to get them all cold, instead of just the one for Miss Fraser? There are-”
“Because someone-” Bill stopped short.
“Precisely,” Wolfe agreed with what he had cut off. “Because hundreds of people use that studio between Miss Fraser's broadcasts, and someone would have taken them from the refrigerator, which isn't locked. That's what you were about to say, but didn't, because you realized there would be the same hazard for one bottle as for eight.” Wolfe shook his head. “No, it's no good. I'm tired of your lies; I want the truth; and I'll get it because nothing else can meet the tests I am now equipped to apply. Why is the tape put on the bottle?”