Saul nodded. “Yes, sir. If I find the box, do I leave Fred or Orrie at the place when I come away?”
“Yes. Until notified. Fred.”
“If any strangers offer to help me look, do I let them?”
Wolfe frowned. “I was about to mention that. Surely there can be no objection if we show a preference for law and order. With all courtesy, you can ask to see a search warrant.”
“Is there something hot in the box?” Saul blushed. “I mean, stolen property?”
“No. It is legally mine. Defend it.”
“Right.” Saul went. I reflected that if he ever got his mitts on the box I wouldn’t like to be the guy to try to take it away from him, small as he was. He didn’t think any more of Nero Wolfe than I do of my patrician nose and big brown intelligent eyes.
Wolfe had pushed the button for Fritz, the long push, not the two shorts for beer. Fritz came, and stood.
Wolfe frowned at him. “Can you stretch lunch for us? Two guests?”
“No,” Llewellyn broke in, “really — we’ll have to get back — I promised Dad and Aunt Callie—”