“Okay.”
“Archie—”
“Shut up.”
I sat on the edge of a chair and put my fists on my knees and stared at the wall. I can’t think with my eyes closed the way Wolfe does. In maybe three minutes I thought I had it, at least a sketch of it, if only it hadn’t been for that damn Douglas kid. It all depended on him.
I looked at Lily. “Keep your voice low so we can hear the door open. You’d better whisper. How often have you been to the apartment?”
“Only once. A long time ago. I love you like this, Arch—”
“Save it for Christmas. Whose bell did you ring?”
“I don’t know. One of the upper—”
“Did anybody see you going in or coming out?”
“I don’t know about going in. I think not. I’m sure they didn’t coming out because I looked around and glanced up the stairs.”