“Oh,” he said in surprise, “the Army? I expected—”
He stopped, looking at me. As to clothes he was careless and maybe not even too clean in a bright light, but otherwise you might have expected to find his picture as a back on a football team. Except he was a little light for it.
“Not at present on duty,” I said. “Why, what did you expect, the Navy?”
He laughed. “I just meant I didn’t expect to see an Army officer. Not here. And I heard you asking to see Miss Amory, and I didn’t know she knew any Army officers.”
“Do you know Miss Amory?”
“Sure I know her. I live here. Two flights up.” He extended a hand. “My name’s Leon Furey.”
“Mine’s Archie Goodwin.” We shook hands. “Do you happen to know if Miss Amory is at home?”
“She’s up on the roof.” He was taking me in. “Not the Archie Goodwin that works for Nero Wolfe?”
“That used to. Before I changed clothes. What is Miss Amory doing—”
A voice cut in from up above: