“Of course they will,” he conceded, pulling his chair back. “But too late.”
The rest of that day and evening nothing happened at all, as far as we knew.
VI
I was at my desk in the office at 10:40 the next morning when the phone rang. I got it and told the transmitter, “Nero Wolfe’s office, Archie Goodwin speaking.”
“I want to talk to Mr. Wolfe.”
“He won’t be available until eleven o’clock. Can I help?”
“This is urgent. This is Weppler, Frederick Weppler. I’m in a booth in a drugstore on Ninth Avenue near Twentieth Street. Mrs. Mion is with me. We’ve been arrested.”
“Good God!” I was horrified. “What for?”
“To ask us about Mion’s death. They had material-witness warrants. They kept us all night, and we just got out on bail. I had a lawyer arrange for the bail, but I don’t want him to know about — that we consulted Wolfe, and he’s not with us. We want to see Wolfe.”
“You sure do,” I agreed emphatically. “It’s a damn outrage. Come on up here. He’ll be down from the plant rooms by the time you arrive. Grab a taxi.”