“You double-crossing sonofabitch,” he said, not panting.
“Okay, but it’s still vague. Who did I cross? Pitcairn? The daughter? Who?”
“You made him think you were with him and then you helped get him framed.”
“Oh. You think we crossed Andy?”
“I know damn well you did.”
“Listen, brother.” I let my guard down. “You know what you are? You’re the answer to a prayer. You’re what I wanted for Christmas. You’re dead wrong, but you’re wonderful. Come in and have a talk with Nero Wolfe.”
“I wouldn’t talk with that crook.”
“You were looking at him through a window. What for?”
“I wanted to see what you were up to.”
“That’s easy. You should have asked. We were up to absolutely nothing. We were sunk up to our ears. We were phut. We were and are crazy for Andy. We wanted to take him home with us and pamper him, and they wouldn’t let us.”