“No.” Wolfe sighed. “He has been explaining the machinery of the Irish sweepstakes. If bees handled their affairs like that, no hive would have enough honey to last the winter.”
“But a few bees would be rolling in it.”
“I suppose so. At Glennanne they have upturned every flagstone on the garden paths and made a general upheaval without result. Has Mr. Cramer found the red box?”
“No. He says you’ve got it.”
“He does. Is he closing the case on that theory?”
“No. He’s thinking of sending a man to Europe. Maybe he and Saul could go together.”
“Saul will not go — at least, not at once. I have given him another errand. Shortly after you left Fred telephoned and I called them in. The state police have Glennanne in charge. Fred and Orrie I dismissed when they arrived. As for Saul... I took a hint from you. You meant it as sarcasm, I adopted it as sound procedure. Instead of searching the globe for the red box, consider, decide first where it is, then send for it. I have sent Saul.”
I looked at him. I said grimly, “You’re not kidding me. Who came and told you?”
“No one has been here.”
“Who telephoned?”