“Yes.”
“Indeed.” Wolfe’s brows went up a little. “Violence?”
“Murdered. Shot through the heart.”
“On his premises?”
“Yeah. I’d like to hear from Goodwin.”
Wolfe’s eyes darted to me. “Did you kill Mr. Heller, Archie?”
“No, sir.”
“Then oblige Mr. Cramer, please. He’s in a hurry.”
I obliged. First telling about the phone call the day before, and Wolfe’s refusal to take on anything for Heller, and my calling Heller back, I then reported on my morning visit at Thirty-seventh Street, supplying all details, except that I soft-pedaled Susan Maturo’s state of harassment, putting it merely that she asked me to arrange for her to see Wolfe and didn’t tell me what about. When I had finished, Cramer had a few questions. Among them:
“So you didn’t see Heller at all?”