“Including me.”
“Yes, you too, of course.”
“And what do you think?”
“I haven’t given it—”
The phone rang again. With a suspicion that it was Cramer, who had decided he had been too sentimental, I got it and spoke. The voice was as familiar as Cramer’s but it wasn’t his. “Saul Panzer,” I told Wolfe, and, since he didn’t give me the sign to keep off, I kept on. But it was brief and didn’t fill in any gaps for me.
“Saul?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Have you had lunch?”
“No, sir.”
“How soon can you get here?”