“Okay, brother.” I sipped lemonade. “He’ll be down in a few minutes. Nothing you say to him will hurt my feelings any. I intend to resign. He’s being crafty and mysterious again, and I’m fed up with it. You know? People phoning in by the dozen, and I mustn’t listen because I can’t keep my face straight. Phooey. What I am, I’m a helot. A damn flunky. How’s chances for a job on the force?”
“Shut up.”
“All right, I’ll surprise you. I’ll shut up.” I did so, and drank lemonade. I had finished the first glass and was starting on the second when Wolfe entered. Apparently he had left Sara up with Theodore Horstmann, for he was alone. He greeted Cramer, got seated behind his desk, rang for beer, and heaved a sigh.
He regarded the inspector with his eyes nearly shut. “Something new?”
“No.” Cramer’s voice wasn’t pleasant. “Something old.” He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it and glanced at it, and slid it across the desk. “Take a look at that.”
Wolfe picked it up, glanced over it, let it fall to the desk, and leaned back again. A little noise came from him, something between a gurgle and a chuckle. “That thing’s dated today,” he declared. “I wouldn’t call that old.”
“No.” Cramer agreed, “that part of it’s fresh enough. But what made it necessary — your same old tricks. You’ve got no kick coming. I offered you an open road this morning, and you wouldn’t take it. Okay, I’m doing you a favor by coming after you myself. You’ve done it once too often. Even if I was inclined to play tag with you, I couldn’t. Everybody from the President of the United States down to the president of the senior class at Varney College is trying to horn in. I swear to God. But I’m not apologizing.” He turned a thumb to point it at the paper on the desk. “Skinner suggested that, but I didn’t oppose it. I’ve warned you fifty times you’d fall in some day, and this is it. What the hell did you think, because your clients are people of position and power and influence you could depend on them to pull you out, no matter—”
“I don’t depend on my clients. They depend on me.”
“Well, they’re out of luck this time. I gave you plenty of chance this morning. A chance to spill what Mrs. Hawthorne told you about young Dunn finding that cornflower. A chance to come clean about April Hawthorne’s being there with Naomi Karn disguised with a veil. Just to show you there’s no out on that, we know that Goodwin saw her there and three seconds later saw Mrs. Hawthorne in the library with you. It’s things like those we’re going to discuss downtown, those and a few others. Come on, get your hat. I’ve got a car outside that don’t jolt much.”
Wolfe looked mildly incredulous, and spoke mildly. “Nonsense. Tell me what you want.”