The Golden Spiders by Rex Stout Read Free Book Online

actually hostile. I saw it on her face when she gave me up. Leaving me as hopeless, she opened the green suede bag, took from it a leather fold and a pen, opened the fold on the little table, and bent over it to write. Having written, she tore a small blue rectangle of paper from the fold and left her chair to put it in front of Wolfe on his desk.
    “That’s a check for ten thousand dollars,” she told him.
    “I see it is.”
    “It’s a retainer.”
    “For what?”
    “Oh, I’m not trying to bribe you.” She smiled. It was the first time she had shown any reaction resembling a smile, and I gave her a mark for it. “It looks as if I’m going to need some expert advice, and maybe some expert help, and you already know about it, and I wouldn’t want-I don’t care to consult my lawyer, at least not now.”
    “Bosh. You’re offering to pay me not to tell the police of your visit.”
    “No, I’m not.” Her eyes were shining but not soft. “All right, I am, but not objectionably. I am Mrs. Damon Fromm. My husband left me a large fortune, including a great deal of New York real estate. I have position and responsibilities. If you report this to the police I would arrange to see the Commissioner, and I don’t think I would be abused, but I would much rather not. If you’ll come to my home at noon tomorrow, I’ll know what-”
    “I don’t go to people’s homes.”
    “Oh yes, you don’t.” She frowned, but only for an instant. “Then I’ll come here.”
    “At noon tomorrow?”
    “No, if it’s here, eleven-thirty would be better because I have a one-o’clock appointment. Until then you will not report my coming today. I want to-I must see someone. I must try to find out something. Tomorrow I will tell you all about it-no, I won’t say that. I’ll say this: if I don’t tell you all about it tomorrow you will inform the police if you decide you have to. If I do tell you I will need your advice and I will probably need your help. That’s what the retainer is for.”
    Wolfe grunted. His head turned. “Archie. Is she Mrs. Damon Fromm?”
    “I would say yes, but I won’t sign it.”
    He went to her. “Madam, you tried one imposture and abandoned it only under pressure; this could be another. Mr. Goodwin will go to a newspaper office and look at pictures of Mrs. Damon Fromm, and phone me from there. Half an hour should do it. You will stay here with me.”
    She smiled again. “This is ridiculous.”
    “No doubt. But under the circumstances, not unreasonable. Do you refuse?”
    “Of course not. I suppose I deserve it.”
    “You don’t object?”
    “No.”
    “Then it isn’t necessary. You are Mrs. Fromm. Before you leave, an understanding and a question. The understanding: my decision whether to accept your retainer and work for you will be made tomorrow; you are not now my client. The question: do you know who the woman was who drove that car Tuesday and spoke to the boy?”
    She shook her head. “Make your decision tomorrow, that’s all right, but you won’t report this visit before then?”
    “No. That’s understood. The question?”
    “I’m not going to answer it now because I can’t. I don’t really know . I expect to answer it tomorrow.”
    “But you think you know?” Wolfe insisted.
    “I won’t answer it.”
    He frowned at her. “Mrs. Fromm. I must warn you. Have you ever seen or heard of a man named Matthew Birch?”
    She frowned back. “No. Birch? No. Why?”
    “A man of that name was run over by a car and killed Tuesday evening, and it was the same car as the one that killed Peter Drossos Wednesday. Since the car itself cannot be supposed ruthless and malign, someone associated with it must be. I am warning you not to be foolhardy, or even imprudent. You have told me next to nothing, so I don’t know how imminent or deadly a doom you may be inviting, but I admonish you: beware!”
    “The same car? Killed a man Tuesday?”
    “Yes. Since you didn’t know him you are not