I carried on for more than an hour, following Wolfes modus operandi more or less, but my pulse wasnt pounding from the thrill of it. It seemed to me that it could have been handled just as well by putting one question: Did you at any time, anywhere, when she was with you, including Canada, see or hear anyone who knew you? and then make sure there were no gaps in his memory. As for chances that they had been seen but he hadnt known it, there had been plenty. Aside from restaurants, he had had her in his car, in midtown, in daylight, seven times. The morning they left for Canada he had parked his car, with her in it, in front of his club, while he went in to leave a message for somebody.
But I carried on, and we were working on the third day in Canada , somewhere in Quebec , when the doorbell rang and I went to the hall for a look through the one-way glass and saw Inspector Cramer of Homicide.
I wasnt much surprised, since I knew there had been a pointer for them if they were interested enough; and just as Laidlaws subconscious had made his decision in advance, mine had made mine. I went to the rack and got Laidlaws hat and coat, stepped back into the office, and told the client, Inspector Cramer is here looking for you. This way out. Come on, move
But how did
No matter how. The doorbell rang. Damn it, move!
He came, and followed me to the kitchen. Fritz was at the big table, doing something to a duck. I told him, Mr Laidlaw wants to leave the back way in a hurry, and I havent time because Cramer wants in. Show him quick, and you havent seen him.
Fritz headed for the back door, which opens on our private enclosed garden if you want to call it that, whose fence has a gate into the passage between buildings which leads to Thirty-fourth Street . As the door closed behind them and I turned, the doorbell rang. I went to the front, not in a hurry, put the chain bolt on, opened the door to the two-inch crack the chain allowed, and spoke through it politely.
I suppose you want me? Since you know Mr Wolfe wont be available until six oclock.
Open up, Goodwin.
Under conditions. You know damn well what my orders are: no callers admitted between four and six unless its just for me.
I know. Open up.
I took that for a commitment, and he knew I did. Also it was conceivable that some characterSergeant Stebbins, for instancewas on his way with a search warrant, and if so it would take the I edge off to admit Cramer without one. So I said, Okay, if its me you want, removed the bolt, and swung the door wide; and he stepped in, marched down the hall, and entered the office.
I shut the door and went to join him, but by the time I arrived he wasnt there. The connecting door to the front room was open, and in a moment he came through and barked at me, Wheres Laidlaw?
I was hurt. I thought you wanted me. If I had
Wheres Laidlaw?
Search me. Theres lots of Laidlaws, but I havent got one. If you mean
He made for the door to the hall, passing within arms length of me en route.
The rules for dealing with officers of the law are contradictory. Whether you may restrain them by force or not depends. It was okay to restrain Cramer from entering the house by the force of the chain bolt. It would have been okay to restrain him from going upstairs if there had been a locked door there and I had refused to open it, but I couldnt restrain him by standing on the first step and not letting him by, no matter how careful I was not to hurt him. That may make sense to lawyers, but not to me.
But thats the rule, and it didnt matter that he had said he knew our rules before I let him in. So when he crossed the hall to the stairs I didnt waste my breath to yell at him; I saved it for climbing the three flights, which I did, right behind him. Since he was proving that in a pinch he had no honour and no manners, it would have been no surprise if he had turned left at the first landing to invade Wolfes room, or right at the second landing to invade mine, but he kept going to the top, and on in to the vestibule.
I dont know whether he is off orchids because Wolfe is on them, or is just colour blind, but on the few occasions that I have seen him in the plant rooms he has never shown the slightest sign that he realizes that the benches are occupied. Of course in that house his mind is always occupied or he wouldnt be there, and that could account for it. That day, in the cool room, long panicles of Odontoglossums, yellow, rose, white with spots, crowded the aisle on both sides; in the tropical room, Miltonia hybrids and Phalaenopsis splashed pinks and greens and browns clear to the glass above; and in the intermediate room the Cattleyas were grandstanding all over the place as always. Cramer might have been edging his way between rows of dried-up cornstalks.
The door from the intermediate room to the potting room was closed as usual. When Cramer opened it and I followed him in, I didnt stop to shut it but circled around him and raised my voice to announce, He said he came to see me. When I let him in he dashed past me to the office and then to the front room and started yapping, Wheres Laidlaw? and when I told him I had no Laidlaw he dashed past me again for the stairs. Apparently he has such a craving for someone named Laidlaw that his morals are shot.
Theodore Horstmann, at the sink washing pots, had twisted around for a look, but before I finished was twisted back again, washing pots. Wolfe, at the potting bench inspecting seedlings, had turned full around to glare. He had started the glare at me, but by the time I ended had transferred it to Cramer. Are you demented? he inquired icily.
Cramer stood in the middle of the room, returning the glare. Some day, he said, and stopped.
Some day what? You will recover your senses?
Cramer advanced two paces. So youre horning in again, he said. Goodwin turns a suicide into a murder, and here you are. Yesterday you had those girls here. This morning you had those men here. This afternoon Laidlaw is called downtown to show him something which he refuses to discuss, and when he leaves he heads for you. So I know he has been here. So I come
If you werent an inspector, I cut in, Id say thats a lie. Since you are, make it a fib. You do not know he has been here.
I know he hopped a taxi and gave the driver this address, and when he saw he was being followed he went to a booth and phoned, and took another taxi to a place that runs through the block, and left by the other street. Where would I suppose he went?
Correction. You suppose he has been here.
All right, I do. He took another step, towards Wolfe. Have you seen Edwin Laidlaw in the last three hours?
This is quite beyond belief, Wolfe declared. You know how rigidly I maintain my personal schedule. You know that I resent any attempt to interfere with these two hours of relaxation. But you get into my house by duplicity and then come charging up here to ask me a question to which you have no right to an answer. So you dont get one. Indeed, in these circumstances, I doubt if you could put a question about anything whatever that I would answer. He turned, giving us the broad expanse of his rear, and picked up a seedling.
I guess, I told Cramer sympathetically, your best bet would be to get a search warrant and send a gang to look for evidence, like cigarette ashes from the kind he smokes. I know where it hurts. Youve never forgotten the day you did come with a warrant and a crew to look for a woman named Clara Fox and searched the whole house, including here, and didnt find her, and later you learned she had been in this room in a packing case, covered with osmundine that Wolfe was spraying water on. So you thought if you rushed up before I could give the alarm youd find Laidlaw here, and now that he isnt youre stuck. You cant very well demand to know why Laidlaw rushed here to discuss something with Wolfe that he wouldnt discuss downtown. You ought to take your coat off when youre in the house or youll catch cold when you leave. Im just talking to be sociable while you collect yourself. Of course Laidlaw was here this morning with the others, but apparently you know that. Whoever told you should