They didnt. I didnt last long enough. I hadnt been there more than five minutes when suddenly company came. I was alone, and then I wasnt. A man had slid in, caught sight of me, and was peering in the darkness. A question that had arisen on various occasions, which of us had better eyesight, was settled when we spoke simultaneously. He said, Archie and I said, Saul.
What the hell, I said.
Are you on her too? he asked. You might have told me.
Im on a man. Ill be damned. Where is yours?
Across the street. Toms Joint. She just came.
This is fate, I said. It is also a break in a thousand. Of course, it could be coincidence. Mr Wolfe says that in a world that operates largely at random, coincidences are to be expected, but not this one. Have you spoken with her? Does she know you?
No.
My man knows me. His name is Austin Byne. He is six-feet one, hundred and seventy pounds, lanky, loose-jointed, early thirties, brown hair and eyes, skin tight on his bones. Go in and take a look. If you want a bet, one will get you ten that theyre together.
I never bet against fate, he said, and went. The five minutes that he was gone were five hours. I sat down on the iron thing and got up again three times, or maybe four.
He came, and said. Theyre together in a booth in a rear corner. No one is with them. Hes eating oysters.
Hell soon be eating crow. What do you want for Christmas?
I have always wanted your autograph.
Youll get it. Ill tattoo it on you. Now we have a problem. Shes yours and hes mine. Now theyre together. Whos in command?
Thats easy, Archie. Mr Wolfe.
I suppose so, damn it. We could wrap it up by midnight . Take them to a basement, I know one, and peel their hides off. If hes eating oysters theres plenty of time to phone. You or me?
You. Ill stick here.
Wheres Orrie?
Lost. When she came out he was for feet and I was for wheels, and she took a taxi.
I saw it pull up. Okay. Sit down and make yourself at home.
At the bar and grill at the corner the phone booth was occupied and I had to wait, and I was tired of waiting, having done too much of it in the last four days. But in a few minutes the customer emerged, and I entered, pulled the door shut, and dialled the number I knew best. When Fritz answered I told him I wanted to speak to Mr Wolfe.
But Archie! Hes at dinner!
I know. Tell him its urgent. That was another unexpected pleasure, having a good excuse to call Wolfe from the table. He has too many rules. His voice came, or rather his roar.
Well?
I have a report. Saul and I are having an argument. He thought
What the devil are you doing with Saul?
Im telling you. He thought I should phone you. We have a problem of protocol. I tailed Byne to a restaurant, a joint, and Saul tailed Mrs Usher to the same restaurant, and our two subjects are in there together in a booth. Byne is eating oysters. So the question is, who is in charge, Saul or me? The only way to settle it without violence was to call you.
At meal time, he said. I didnt retort, knowing that his complaint was not that I had presumed to interrupt, but that his two bright ideas had picked that moment to rendezvous.
I said sympathetically, They should have known better.
Is anyone with them? he asked.
No.
Do they know they have been seen?
No.
Could you eavesdrop?
Possibly, but I doubt it.
Very well, bring them. Theres no hurry, since I have just started dinner. Give them no opportunity for a private exchange after they see you. Have you eaten?
Im full of pie and milk. I dont know about Saul. Ill ask him.
Do so. He could come and eat No. You may need him.
I hung up, returned to our field headquarters, and told Saul, He wants them. Naturally. In an hour will do, since he just started dinner. Do you know what a genius is? A genius is a guy who makes things happen without his having any idea that they are going to happen. Its quite a trick. Our genius wanted to know if youve had anything to eat.
He would. Sure. Plenty.
Okay. Now the m.o. Do we take them in there or wait till they come out?
Both procedures had pros and cons, and after discussion it was decided that Saul should go in and see how their meal was coming along, and when he thought they had swallowed enough to hold them through the hours ahead, or when they showed signs of adjourning, he would come out and wigwag me, go back in, and be near their booth when I approached.
They must have been fast eaters, for Saul hadnt been gone more than ten minutes when he came out, lifted a hand, saw me move, and went back in. I crossed over, entered, took five seconds to adjust to the noise and the smoke screen from the mob, made it to the rear, and there they were. The first Byne knew, someone was crowding him on the narrow seat, and his head jerked around. He started to say something, saw who it was, and goggled at me.
Hi, Dinky, I said. Excuse me for butting in, but I want to introduce a friend. Mr Panzer. Saul, Mrs Usher. Mr Byne. Sit down. Would you mind giving him room, Mrs Usher?
Byne had started to rise, by reflex, but it cant be done in a tight little booth without toppling the table. He sank back. His mouth opened, and closed. Liquid spilled on the table top from a glass Elaine Usher was holding, and Saul, squeezed in beside her, reached and took it.
Let me out, Byne said. Let us out or Ill go out over you. Her name is Upson. Edith Upson.
I shook my head. If you start a row youll only make it worse. Mr Panzer knows Mrs Usher, though she doesnt know him. Lets be calm and consider the situation. There must be
What do you want?
Im trying to tell you. There must be some good reason why you two arranged to meet in this out-of-the-way dump, and Mr Panzer and I are curious to know what it is, and others will be toothe press, the public, the police, the District Attorney, and Nero Wolfe. I wouldnt expect you to explain it here in this din and smog. Either Mr Panzer can phone inspector Cramer while I sit and chat with you, and he can send a car for you, or well take you to talk it over with Mr Wolfe, whichever you prefer.
He had recovered some. He had played a lot of poker. He put a hand on my arm. Look, Archie, theres nothing to it. It looks funny, sure it does, us here together, but we didnt arrange it. I met Mrs Usher about a year ago, I went to see her when her daughter went to Grantham House, and when I came in here this evening and saw her, after whats happened, naturally I spoke to her and we
Save it, Dinky. Saul, phone Cramer.
Saul started to slide out. Byne reached and grabbed his sleeve. Now wait a minute. Damn it, cant you listen? Im
No, I said. No listening. You can have one minute to decide. I looked at my watch. In one minute either you and Mrs Usher come along to Nero Wolfe or we phone Cramer. One minute. I looked at my watch. Go.
Not the cops, Mrs Usher said. My God, not the cops.
Byne began, If youd only listen
No. Forty seconds.
If youre playing stud, and theres only one card to come, and the man across has two jacks showing and all you have is a mess, it doesnt matter what his hole card is, or yours either. Byne didnt use up the forty seconds. Only ten of them had gone when he stretched his neck to look for a waiter and ask for his check.
Chapter 13
Surveying Elaine Usher from my desk as she sat in the red leather chair, I told myself that Sauls picture of her, pieced together from a dozen descriptions he had got, had been pretty accurate. Oval face, blue eyes set close, good skin, medium-cut blonde hair, around forty. I would have said a hundred and fifteen pounds instead of a hundred and twenty, but she might have lost a few in the last four days. I had put her in the red leather chair because I had thought it desirable to have Byne closer to me. He was between Saul and me, and Saul was between the two subjects. But my arrangement was soon changed.