“Bring it down here.”
“Right.”
I was up and going, but Wolfe called me sharply. “Archie!”
I turned. “Yes, sir.”
“There’s no frantic urgency.” He went to Cramer. “The animal seems intelligent, but I doubt if it’s up to answering questions. I don’t want it capering around my office.”
“Neither do I.”
“Then why bring it down?”
“I’m taking it downtown. We want to try something with it.”
Wolfe pursed his lips. “I doubt if that’s feasible. Sit down, Archie. Mr. Goodwin has assumed an obligation and will have to honor it. The creature has no master, and so, presumably, no home. It will have to be tolerated here until Mr. Goodwin gets satisfactory assurance of its future welfare. Archie?”
If we had been alone I would have made my position clear, but with Cramer there I was stuck. “Absolutely,” I agreed.