“Then if you have questions to ask, ask them. Here I am.”
“I can get an order from a court. And the D.A. is sore and probably will.”
“We’ve had that out before, too. You know what you’ll get if you try it.” Wolfe shook his head regretfully. “Apparently you’ll never learn. Confound you, you can’t badger me. No one on earth can badger me except Mr. Goodwin. Why the devil do you rile me by trying it? It’s a pity, because I’m inclined to help you. And I could help you. Do you want me to do you a favor?”
If the man who knew Wolfe best was me, next to me came Inspector Cramer. Over and over again through the years, he tried bluster because it was in his system and had to come out, but usually he knew when to drop it. So after narrowing his eyes at Wolfe without answering, he kicked a packing box a couple of feet to where there was more leg room, sat down and said calmly:
“Yeah, I’d love to have you do me a favor.”
“Good, Archie, bring Miss Lasher up here.”
I went. On my way downstairs I thought, so here she goes to the wolves. I didn’t like it. I wasn’t especially fond of her, but my pride was hurt. It wasn’t like Wolfe; it wasn’t like us at all.
She was standing looking out of a window, biting her nails. The minute she saw me she started on a torrent. She couldn’t stand it any longer, cooped up like that, she had to get out of there, she had to use a telephone—
“Okay,” I said, “come up and say good-bye to Wolfe.”
“But where am I going — what am I doing—”