His voice came. “Archie? Buy me a drink?”
“No,” I said firmly. “Tonight you stay sober. What time can you get here?”
“Where is here?”
“Nero Wolfe’s office. He thinks he wants to tell you something.”
“Too late.” Lon was crisp. “If it will rate the Late City, tell me now.”
“It’s not that kind. It hasn’t come to a boil. But it’s good enough so that instead of sending an errand boy, meaning me, he wants to see you himself, so when can you get here?”
“I can send a man.”
“No. You.”
“Is it worth it?”
“Yes. Possibly.”