“Why should I?” He fluttered a hand. “I am under no onus and am offered no reward. No.”
“Okay,” I stood up. “I guess I knew how it would be. You realize that I have my personal problem, and it’s different from yours. If I had turned her down and put her out yesterday afternoon as soon as I found out what she wanted, would she be in the morgue now? I doubt it. When you came down and I sprung her on you, you told me to get her out of the house before dinner. If I had, would she be in the morgue now? Probably not. It was absolutely my fault that she didn’t leave until nearly midnight, and she decided to go home, it doesn’t matter why. It may have been just to change her clothes and luggage, or she may have decided not to play — anyhow, she went home, and she got it. That’s my personal problem.”
“Archie.” He was gruff. “No man can hold himself accountable for the results of his psychological defects, especially those he shares with all his fellow men, such as lack of omniscience. It is a vulgar fallacy that what you don’t know can’t hurt you; but it is true that what you don’t know can’t convict you.”
“It’s still my personal problem. I can get along without omniscience, but I can’t get along with a goddam strangler going around being grateful to me for sending his victim to him, and I don’t intend to try. I’ll quit if you prefer it, but I’d rather take an indefinite leave of absence, starting now — without pay, of course. You can get Saul in. I’ll move to a hotel, but I suppose you won’t mind if I drop in occasionally in case I need something.”
He was glowering at me. “Do I understand you? Do you intend to go single-handed for the murderer of Miss Eads?”
“I don’t know about single-handed. I may need some hired help, but I’m going for him.”
“Pfui.” He was contemptuous. “Poppycock. Is Mr. Cramer such a bungler? And his men? So inept that you must assume their functions?”
I stared at him. “I’ll be damned. That, from you?”
He shook his head. “It won’t do, Archie. You’re trying to coerce me, and I won’t have it. I will not undertake a major and expensive operation, with no chance of income, merely because you have been piqued by circumstance. Your bluff won’t work. It would of course be folly for you to try any — what’s that for?”
I was too busy to answer him. With my jacket off, I had got a shoulder holster from a drawer and was strapping it on. That done, I took a Marley.32 and a box of cartridges, filled the cylinder, put the gun in the holster, and put my jacket back on. It was an effective retort to Wolfe, but that was not the sole reason for it. Ever since a certain regrettable experience some years back, I never left the house on an errand connected with a murder case without taking a gun, so I was merely following habit.