Wolfe aimed his half-shut eyes at her. “Very little, madam. Your nephew commissioned me to perform an inquiry, and persuaded me to take an unprecedented step which was highly distasteful to me. I no sooner began it than he informed me it was a flop and asked me how much he owed me. I told him, and on account of the unusual circumstances demanded immediate cash payment. In a panic, he telephone his father.”
Her brow was wrinkled. “You asked for ten thousand dollars?”
Wolfe inclined his head, and raised it.
“But, Mr. Wolfe.” She hesitated. “Of course I am not familiar with your business” — she smiled at him — “or is it a profession? But surely that is a remarkable sum. Is that your usual rate?”
“Now see here.” Dudley Frost had been squirming in his chair. “After all, this thing is simple. There are just certain points. In the first place, the thing was purely tentative. It must have been tentative, because how could Mr. Wolfe tell what he might or might not be able to find out until he had gone up there and looked things over? In the second place, figure Mr. Wolfe’s time at twenty dollars an hour, and Lew owes him forty dollars. I’ve paid good lawyers less than that. In the third place, there’s no sense in talking about ten thousand dollars, because we haven’t got it.” He leaned forward and put a paw on the desk. “That’s being frank with you, Mr. Wolfe. My sister-in-law hasn’t got a cent, no one knows that better than I do. Her daughter — my niece — has got all that’s left of my father’s fortune. We’re a pauper family, except for Helen. My son here seems to think he has got something started, but he has thought that before. I doubt if you could collect, but of course the only way to settle that is a lawsuit. Then it would drag along, and eventually you’d compromise on it—”
Our client had called at him several times — “Dad!... Dad!” in an effort to stop him, but with no success. Now Llewellyn reached across and gripped his father’s knee. “Listen to me a minute, will you? If you’d give me a chance — Mr. Wolfe isn’t letting it drag along! Inspector Cramer is coming here at six o’clock to compare notes with him. About this.”
“Well? You don’t need to crush my leg to a pulp. Who the deuce is Inspector Cramer?”
“You know very well who he is. Head of the Homicide Bureau.”
“Oh, that chap. How do you know he’s coming here? Who said he was?”
“He telephoned. Just before I phoned you. That’s why I asked you and Aunt Callie to come down here.”