He went, and Levy and Murphy with him.
Dr. Morley pivoted his head to watch them go, kept it that way a moment, and then came back to us. He looked disappointed but not beaten. The black eyes, after resting on me briefly, darted to Wolfe.
“You,” he said, “are intelligent and literate. I should have had you more in mind. May I count on you to explain to that policeman why my suggestion is the only hope for him?”
“No,” Wolfe said curtly.
“He’s had a hard day,” I told Morley. “So have I. Would you mind closing the door after you?”
He looked as if he had a notion to start on me as a last resort, so I got up and circled around to the door, which had been left open, and remarked to him, “This way, please.”
He arose and walked out without a word. I shut the door, had a good stretch and yawn, crossed to open a window and stick my head out for a breath of air, closed the window, and looked at my wrist watch.
“Twenty minutes to ten,” I announced.
Wolfe muttered, “Go look at the office door.”
“I just did, as I let Morley out. It’s sealed. Malefic spite.”