I handed the photographs to Wolfe. “She’s worth looking at,” I told him. “Not only the pictures, but, as I thought, I’ve seen her. Just recently. I forget exactly where and when, but I remember from something somebody said, it was the day we had bacalhau for dinner. I don’t—”
“What the devil are you gibbering about?” Wolfe demanded.
I looked him in the eye. “You heard me,” I said, and sat down.
Chapter 3
One of Wolfe’s better performances was his handling of Perry Helmar after my disclosure that Priscilla Eads was upstairs in the south room. The problem was to get Helmar out of there reasonably soon with his conviction of his need for Wolfe’s services intact, without any commitment from us to take his job. Wolfe broke it by telling Helmar that he would sleep on it, and that if he decided to tackle it I would call at Helmar’s office at ten in the morning for further details. Of course Helmar blew up. He wanted action then and there.
“What would you think of me,” Wolfe asked him, “if, solely on information furnished by you here and now, I accepted this case and started to work on it?”
“What would I think? That’s what I want!”
“Surely not,” Wolfe objected. “Surely you would be employing a jackass, I have never seen you before. Your name may be Perry Helmar, or it may be Eric Hagh; I have only your word for it. All that you have told me may be true, or none of it. I would like Mr. Goodwin to call on you at your office, and I would like him to visit your ward’s apartment and talk with her maid. I am capable of boldness, but not of temerity. If you want the kind of detective who will dive in heedlessly on request from a stranger, Mr. Goodwin will give you some names and addresses.”
Helmar was fairly stubborn and had objections and suggestions. For his identity and bona fides we could phone Richard A. Williamson. For visiting his ward’s apartment and talking with her maid, tonight would do as well as tomorrow. But according to Wolfe I couldn’t possibly be spared until morning because we were jointly considering an important problem, and the sooner Helmar left and let us do our considering, the better. Finally he went. He returned the photographs to the briefcase before tucking it under his arm, and in the hall he let me get his hat from the rack and open the door for him.
I went back to the office but didn’t get inside. As I was stepping over the sill Wolfe barked at me, “Bring her down here!”