“Yes, Ben?” Archer demanded impatiently. No wonder he was irritated, having been interrupted in the middle of his big speech.
“Something you ought to know,” Dykes said, approaching.
“What is it?”
“Maybe you’d rather have it privately.”
“Why? We have nothing to conceal from Mr. Sperling, and Wolfe’s working for him. What is it?”
Dykes shrugged. “They’ve finished on the cars and got the one that killed him. It’s the one they did last, the one that’s parked out back. Nero Wolfe’s.”
“No question about it!” Noonan crowed.
Chapter 11
I had a funny mixed feeling. I was surprised, I was even flabbergasted, that is true. But it is also that the surprise was canceled out by its exact opposite; that I had been expecting this all along. They say that the conscious mind is the upper tenth and everything else is down below. I don’t know how they got their percentages, but if they’re correct I suppose nine-tenths of me had been doing the expecting, and it broke through into the upper layer when Ben Dykes put it into words.
Wolfe darted a glance at me. I lifted my brows and shook my head. He nodded and lifted his glass for the last of his beer.