It was Mrs Robilotti who settled the issue with the twins. She came to Wolfes desk, followed by Cramer and her husband, and told them to go, and then turned to her husband and told him to go too. Her pale grey eyes, back under her angled brows, were little circles of tinted ice. It was Celia she looked at.
This man needs a lesson, she said, and Ill give it to him. I never have needed you, and I dont need you now. Youre being absurd. I do things better alone, and Ill do this alone.
Celia opened her mouth, closed it again, turned to look at Laidlaw, and went, and Cecil followed. Robilotti started to speak, met the pale grey eyes, shrugged like a polished and civilized Italian, and quit. When her eyes had seen him to the door, she walked to the chair Cramer had placed for her when she arrived, sat, aimed the eyes at Wolfe, and spoke.
You said you wished to continue. Well?
He was polite. In a moment, madam. Another person is expected. If you gentlemen will be seated? Archie?
Saul was already seated, still in Faith Ushers place, sipping champagne. Leaving it to the other four, Laidlaw, Byne, Cramer, and Stebbins to do their own seating, I went to the hall, mounted the two nights to the South Room, knocked on the door, was told to come in, and did so.
Elaine Usher, in a chair by a window with sections of the Sunday paper scattered on the floor, had a mean look ready for me.
Okay, I said. Your cue.
Its about time. She kicked the papers away from her feet and got up. Whos there?
As expected. Mr Wolfe. Byne, Laidlaw, Panzer. Inspector Cramer and Sergeant Stebbins. Mrs Robilotti. She sent her husband home. I take you straight to her.
I know. Ill enjoy that, I really will, no matter what happens. My hairs a mess. Ill be with you in a minute.
She went to the bathroom and closed the door. I wasnt impatient, since Wolfe would use the time to get Mrs Robilotti into a proper mood. Mrs Usher used it too. When she emerged her hair was very nice and her lips were the colour that excites a bull. I asked her if she preferred the elevator, and she said no, and I followed her down the two flights. As we entered the office I was at her elbow.
It came out so perfect that you might have thought it had been rehearsed. I crossed with her, passing between Cramer and Byne, turned so we were facing Mrs Robilotti, right in front of her, and said, Mrs Robilotti, let me present Mrs Usher, the mother of Faith Usher. Mrs Usher bent at the waist, put out a hand, and said, Its a pleasure, a great pleasure. Mrs Robilotti stared a second, shot a hand out, and slapped Mrs Ushers face. Perfect
Chapter 16
Your guess is as good as mine, whether Wolfe would have been able to crash through anyway if the confrontation stunt hadnt workedif Mrs Robilotti had been quick enough and tough enough to take Mrs Ushers offered hand and respond according to protocol. He maintains that he would have, but that the question is academic, since with Mrs Robilottis nerves already on edge the sudden appearance of that woman, without warning, bending to her and offering a hand, was sure to break her.
I didnt pull Mrs Usher back in time to dodge the slap, though I might have, but after it landed I acted. After all she was a house guest, and a kick on the chin by the host and a smack in the face by another guest were no credit to our hospitality; and besides, she might try to return the compliment. So I gripped her arm and pulled her back out of range, bumping into Cramer, who had bounced out of his chair. Mrs Robilotti had jerked back and sat stiff, her teeth pinning her lower lip.
It might be well, Wolfe told me, to seat Mrs Usher near you. Madam, I regret the indignity you have suffered under my roof. He gestured. That is Mr Laidlaw. Mr Cramer, of the police. Mr Stebbins, also of the police. You know Mr Byne.
As I was convoying her to the chair Saul had brought, putting her between Laidlaw and me, Cramer was saying, You stage it and then you regret it. To his right: I do regret it, Mrs Robilotti. I had no hand in it. Back to Wolfe: All right, lets hear it.
You have seen it, Wolfe told him. Certainly I staged it. You heard me deliberately bait Mrs Robilotti, to ensure the desired reaction to Mrs Ushers appearance. Before commenting on that reaction, I must explain Mr Laidlaws presence. I asked him to stay because he has a legitimate concern. As you know, someone sent an anonymous communication making certain statements about him, and that entitles him to hear disclosure of the truth. Why Mr Byne is here will soon be apparent. It was something he said last evening that informed me that Mrs Robilotti had known that her former husband, Albert Grantham3 was the father of Faith Usher. However
Thats a lie, Byne said. Thats a damn lie.
Wolfes tone sharpened. I choose my words, Mr Byne. I didnt say you told me that, but that something you said informed me. Speaking of the people invited to that gathering, you said, Of course, my aunt could cross Faith off and tell Mrs Irwinand stopped, realizing that you had slipped. When I let it pass, you thought I had missed it, but I hadnt. It was merely that if I had tried to pin you down you would have wriggled out by denying the implication. Now that
There was no implication!
Nonsense. Why should your aunt cross Faith off? Why should she refuse to have Miss Usher in her house? Granting that there were many possible explanations, there was one suggested by the known facts: that she would not receive as a guest the natural daughter of her former husband. And I had just learned that Faith Usher was Albert Granthams natural daughter, and that you were aware of it. So I had the implication, and I arranged to test it. If Mrs Robilotti, suddenly confronted by Faith Ushers mother extending a friendly hand, took the hand and betrayed no reluctance, the implication would be discredited. I expected her to shrink from it, and I was wrong. I may learn some day that what a woman will do is beyond conjecture. Instead of shrinking, she struck. I repeat, Mrs Usher, I regret it. I did not foresee it.
You cant have it both ways, Byne said. You say my aunt wouldnt have Faith Usher in her house because she knew she was her former husbands natural daughter. But she did have her in her house. She knew she had been invited, and she let her come.
Wolfe nodded. I know. Thats the point. Thats my main reason for assuming that your aunt killed her. There are other
Hold it, Cramer snapped. His head turned. Mrs Robilotti, I want you to know that this is as shocking to me as it is to you.
Her pale grey eyes were on Wolfe and she didnt move them. I doubt it, she said. I didnt know any man could go as low as this . This is incredible.
I agree, Wolfe told her. Murder is always incredible. I have now committed myself, madam, before witnesses, and if I am wrong I shall be at your mercy. I wouldnt like that. Mr Cramer. You are shocked. I can expound, or you can attack. Which do you prefer?
Neither one. Cramers fists were on his knees. I just want to know. What evidence have you that Faith Usher was Albert Granthams daughter?
Well. Wolfe cocked his head. That is a ticklish point. My sole concern in this is the murder of Faith Usher, and I have no desire to make unnecessary trouble for people not implicated in it. For example, I know where you can find evidence that the death of Faith Usher meant substantial financial profit for a certain man, but since he wasnt there and couldnt have killed her, Ill tell you about it only if it becomes requisite. To answer your question: I have statements of two people, Mrs Elaine Usher and Mr Austin Byne. His eyes moved. And, Mr Byne, you have trimmed long enough. Did your aunt know that Faith Usher was the daughter of Albert Grantham?
Dinkys jaw worked. He looked left, at Mrs Usher, but not right, at his aunt. Wolfe had made it plain: if he came through, Wolfe would not tell Cramer about the agreement and where it was. Probably what decided him was the fact that Mrs Robilotti had already given it away by slapping Mrs Usher.