“That’s too bad. What was in the note Miss Tracy’s father gave you to take to her?”
“Now, Inspector,” I said reprovingly. “I didn’t write the note and it wasn’t addressed to me.”
“Had you met her father before?”
“Never. Didn’t know him from Adam.”
“Wasn’t it peculiar that he entrusted a perfect stranger with an important message to his daughter at a time like that?”
“Not very. He saw me entering the office. People trust me on sight. It’s my face, especially my eyes.”
“I see. That talk Wolfe had to have with Lewis Hewitt. So important he had to have it then and there, murder or no murder.”
Cramer chewed his cigar.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“So important he had to have you to take notes of it.”