Blaney was frowning. “Does he really think I killed Gene Poor?”
“Yeah. He does now.”
“Why now?”
I waved it away. “Forget it. I’m eccentric too.”
Blaney was still frowning. “There’s another possibility. The idea of the orchid having his voice doesn’t appeal to him. Then how about its having your voice? You have a good baritone voice. I would let you have it at cost, and you could give it to him for Christmas. Let’s see how it would sound. Say it in a medium tone, Orchids to you —”
The house phone buzzed, and I swung my chair around and took it. It was Wolfe, on his room extension.
“Archie. Is that man gone?”
“No, sir. He wants me—”
“Get him out of there at once. Phone Saul and tell him to come here as soon as possible.”
“Yes, sir.”