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quittance.”
    “I have no intention,” Miltan put in, “of dismissing Miss Tormic. But I agree that it is not necessary for her to sign anything. I am quite sure she will have no desire to make trouble for Mr. Driscoll.” He looked at her.
    She spoke for the first time. “No, certainly.” She sounded darned unconcerned for a girl who had just escaped being thrown in the hoosegow as a sneak thief. Almost indifferent, as if her mind was on something else. “I will make no trouble.”
    The lawyer pounced on her. “Then, Miss Tormic, if you feel that way, surely you have no objection to signing—”
    “Damn it, let her alone!” It was his own client tripping him up. Driscoll glared at him. “Damn a lawyer anyway! If I’d had the nerve to face it, I’d have done just as well if I’d come alone!” He confronted Miltan. “Now I’ve apologized! I’m sorry! I’m damn sorry! I like this place. I’ve been overweight for years. I’m damn near fat! I’ve monkeyed around with exercises and health farms and damn fool games throwing a ball and riding a horse as tall as a skyscraper, and the first thing I’ve ever done to sweat that is any fun is what I do here! I may be a rotten fencer but I like it! I don’t care whether Miss Tormic signs a paper or not, I want to be friends with Miltan!” He whirled. “Miss Lovchen! I want to be friends with you! Miss Tormic is your friend and I acted like a damn fool. I am a damn fool. Will you fence with me or won’t you? I mean right now!”
    Somebody snickered. People moved. The lawyer looked dignified. Carla said, “I work for Mr. Miltan. I’ll follow his instructions.” Miltan said something conciliatory and diplomatic, and it was apparent that Mr. Driscoll wasn’t going to be deprived of his fun. I fadedinto the background. The chinless wonder, whose name I hadn’t got, a blond guy with thin lips and an aggressive nose who stood and walked like a soldier, went up to Neya with a thin smile and said something evidently meant to be agreeable, and was followed by Donald Barrett for a similar performance. Mrs. Miltan crossed to her and patted her on the shoulder, and then she was approached by Percy Ludlow. They spoke together a minute, and she left him and headed for me.
    I grinned at her. “Well, a pretty good show. I hope you didn’t mind my horning in. Nero Wolfe never lets a client sign anything except a check drawn to his order.”
    “I didn’t mind. I say good-bye. I am going to fence with Mr. Ludlow. Thank you for coming.”
    “Your eyes glitter.”
    “My eyes? They always glitter.”
    “Any message for your father?”
    “I think—not now. No.”
    “You ought to run down and say hello to him.”
    “I will someday. Au revoir then.”
    “So long.”
    Turning to go, she bumped into the lawyer and he apologized profusely. That accomplished, he addressed me:
    “Could I have your name, sir?”
    I told him.
    He repeated it. “Archie Goodwin. Thank you. If I may ask, in what capacity do you represent Miss Tormic?”
    I was exasperated. “Look here,” I said, “I am willing to stipulate that a lawyer has a right to live, and I’m aware that even when he’s dead no worm will enter his coffin because if it did he’d make it sign somekind of a paper. I suppose if you don’t get that thing signed you’ll have a tantrum. Give it to me.”
    From the envelope, which he was still clutching in his hand, he extracted the document and handed it over. A glance showed me that his two informal sentences were in fact five legal-size paragraphs. I got out my pen and with a quick flourish signed on the dotted line at the bottom, “Queen Victoria.”
    “There,” I said, and shoved it at him, and moved off before he could react, considering how dignity slows a man up.
    The room was about empty. Miltan’s wife was over by a desk, talking with Belinda Reade. Carla Lovchen, along with the others, had disappeared, presumably to let the rich fat man enjoy some fun. He