I grinned at him. “When I was a kid out in Ohio we had a swell comeback for that. If someone said ‘Well?’ to you, you said, ‘Enough wells will make a river.’ Wasn’t that a stunner?”
“You bet it was. Had Lewis Hewitt engaged Wolfe to arrange for payment to W. G. Dill of the amount Anne Tracy’s father had stolen, and get a release?”
I stared at him. “By golly, that’s an idea,” I said enthusiastically. “That’s pretty cute. Hewitt took her to dinner—”
The door opened and Fritz entered. I nodded at him.
“A young man,” Fritz said, being discreet.
“Who?” I asked. “Don’t mind the Inspector; he already knows everything in the world—”
Fritz didn’t get a chance to tell me, because the young man came bouncing in. It was Fred Updegraff. He stopped in the middle of the room, saw Cramer, said, “Oh,” looked at me and demanded:
“Where’s Miss Tracy?”
I surveyed him disapprovingly. “That’s no way to behave,” I told him. “Inspector Cramer is grilling me. Go to the front room and wait your turn—”
“No.” Cramer stood up. “Get Miss Tracy down here and I’ll take her to the front room. I want to see her before I have a talk with Wolfe, and then we can all go to the D.A.’s office together.”