They started ejaculating and demanding. Wolfe ignored them and asked Saul, “Did you find anything?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Useful?”
“I think so, yes, sir.” Saul extended a hand with a piece of folded paper in it.
Wolfe took it and commanded me, “Archie, your gun.”
I already had it out. It wasn’t desirable to have them anywhere near Wolfe while he examined Saul’s find. I poked the barrel against Joseph G. and told him, “More formality. Back up.”
He was still ejaculating but he went back, and the others with him, and I turned sideways enough to have all in view. Wolfe had unfolded the sheet of paper and was reading it. Saul was at his right hand, and he too was displaying a gun.
Wolfe looked up. “I should explain,” he said, “how this happened. This is Mr. Saul Panzer, who works for me. When you went to the kitchen with me he entered from the greenhouse, went upstairs, and began to search. I was not satisfied that the police had been sufficiently thorough.” He fluttered the paper. “This proves me right. Where did you find it, Saul?”
“I found it,” Saul said distinctly, “under the mattress on the bed in the room of Mr. and Mrs. Imbrie.”
Vera and Neil both made noises, and Neil came forward to where my arm stopped him.