“Then I need to ask her something, after consideration. Will you please have her here in the morning at eleven?”
I told him yes, and he proceeded to his elevator. My bed would have to wait a little, until I had helped Fritz put the office in order, especially ashtrays and the remains of the liquid refreshments. He was already in there, and I went to join him.
Chapter 13
It was a hot night, and I had only a sheet over me, and it only up to my waist, so when the jangle of the phone roused me enough to realize what it was, my arm was free to reach and bring it to my ear. Awakened by it at night, I do not tell it, “Nero Wolfe’s residence, Archie Goodwin speaking.” For one thing, I am too indignant at the interruption, and for another, I am only one-fifth awake and not absolutely sure who or where I am.
“Yeah?” I said bitterly.
“Is this Nero Wolfe’s house?”
The voice got me one-half awake. “Yes. Archie Goodwin.”
“This is Sarah Jaffee. I’m awfully sorry, Mr. Goodwin, did I wake you up?”
“Not quite. Go ahead and finish it.”
“I guess I should have waited until morning, but I thought you might have found them and wondered whose they were. Did you find any keys?”