She stopped, and her hand fluttered and fell to her lap again.
In a moment Wolfe said gruffly, "It is faintly encouraging that you are aware that you were stupid "
She offered no comment. He demanded:
"What are you going to do?"
"I. " She shook her head. "I don't know."
"Well, I suppose you are legally my daughter. That puts some responsibilty on me."
Her chin went up. "I'm not asking any-"
"Pfui! Don't. I know. Confound it, you've been dependent on someone all your life, haven't you? Are you going back to Yugoslavia?"
"No."
"Oh, you're not?"
"No."
"What do you want to do-stay in America?"
"Yes."
"As a spy for the Donevitch gang?"
There was a flash in her eye. "No!"
"Where are you going to sleep to-night-in that apartment on 38th Street?"
"Why, I. " A shiver went over her. "No," she said, "I-I don't think I could. I couldn't go back there. Somewhere else. Anywhere. I have a little money " She got to her feet. "I can go-"
"Nonsense. You'd get run over or fall into a hole. You haven't eaten anything and your brain isn't working. I hope it turns out that you've got one. I'll have Fritz fix up another tray for you-"
"No, I couldn't, really I couldn't. "
"Well, you must sleep and in the morning you must eat. You are in no condition now, anyway, to make any sort of intelligent decision. We'll discuss it to-morrow. If you decide to stay in America and not to tear that paper up, I suppose your name will be Carla Wolfe. In that case-Archie, what the devil are you grinning about? Baboon! Take Miss-take my-take her upstairs to the south room! And tell her if she undertakes to use the fire escape not to tumble through my window as she goes by!"
I arose. "Come on, Miss my Carla "
Ten minutes later I went back to the office. I hadn't heard the elevator, so I knew he was still there. Not only was he still there, but he had just received a fresh consignment of beer.
I took a good stretch accompanied by a yawn. "Well," I observed good-naturedly, "that was a damn profitable case. You turned loose of about four centuries, not counting loss of brain tissue, and what you got out of it was one shapely responsibility and nothing else."
He put down his empty glass and said nothing.
"There is one thing," I announced, "that I would like to have cleared up now, once and for all. I was at fault in one respect, and only one. I should not have left the front door ajar when I went down to the sidewalk when Cramer called me. Aside from that, I couldn't help it. The nervy little devil had come along to the Barretts' chauffeur five minutes before weeeent out and told him she was supposed to meet his employer there, and he opened the door for her so she could wait inside the car. Two dicks saw it, though they didn't recognize her in the dim light, and they kindly said nothing about it. She was out of the car, behind my back, and starting up the steps before I knew she was there. There wasn't a chance in the world of catching her "
Wolfe shrugged. "I managed without you," he murmured in an absolutely insufferable tone.
I gritted my teeth, and as soon as I had got it swallowed, yawned. "Okay," I said sleepily. "There are, however, one or two little questions. What was in the envelope you gave that dick to give her?"
"Nothing. Only a sentence saying that she was not my client, and, under the terms as stated, never had been "
"And what was it she said as she eent out? 'Teega mee bornie roosa,' or something like that "
"That was her native tongue."
"Yeah. What does it mean?"
"'Over my dead body.'"
"Is that so?" I humphed. "She called the turn, then I guess that's all I need, except maybe one thing: Such items as her claiming your help by using Carla's adoption paper for herself-I get all that But I'll be darned if I can see why Ludlow said she eent to the locker-room to get his cigarettes. Him a British spy and her a Balkan princess. Why did he-"
"He didn't. She went to the locker-room to steal something from his coat Probably that paper which she sent here the next morning to be hid in a safe place, because he had previously stolen it from her And he was letting her know that he knew that "
Wolfe sighed, pushed back his chair, and manipulated himself to his feet. "I'm going to bed " He got half-way to the door, but stopped again "By the way, remind me to-morrow to ask Mr Cramer for that hundred dollars. I wish I could cure myself of those idiotic romantic gestures "
"Oh, that hundred?" I patted my pocket. "I've already got it. That was the first thing I did "