Too Many Cooks by Rex Stout Read Free Book Online Page B

means'Ninety percent of men over thirty are married, and look at them! Do you realize that if you had a wife she would insist on cooking for you'Do you know that all women believe that the function of food begins when it reaches the stomach'Have you any idea that a woman can ever-what's that?'
    The knocking on the outer door of the suite had sounded twice, the first time faintly, and I had ignored it because I didn't want to interrupt him. Now I went out and through the inner hall and opened up. Whereupon I, who am seldom surprised, was close to astonished. There stood Dina Laszio.
    Her eyes looked larger than ever, but not quite so sleepy. She asked in a low voice, 'May I come in'I wish to see Mr. Wolfe.'
    I stood back, she went past, and I shut the door. I indicated Wolfe's room, 'In there, please,' and she preceded me. The only perceptible expression on Wolfe's face as he became aware of her was recognition.
    He inclined his head. 'I am honored, madam. Forgive me for not rising; I permit myself that discourtesy. That chair around, Archie?'
    She was nervous. She looked around. 'May I see you alone, Mr. Wolfe?'
    'I'm afraid not. Mr. Goodwin is my confidential assistant.'
    'But I& ' She stayed on her feet. 'It is hard to tell even you& '
    'Well, madam, if it is too hard& ' Wolfe let it hang in the air.
    She swallowed, looked at me again, and took a step toward him. 'But it would be harder& I must tell someone. I have heard much of you, of course& in the old days, from Marko& and I must tell someone, and there is no one but you to tell. Somebody is trying to poison my husband.'
    'Indeed.' Wolfe's eyes narrowed faintly. 'Be seated. Please. It's easier to talk sitting down, don't you think, Mrs. Laszio?'

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    THE SWAMP-WOMAN lowered it into the chair I had placed. Needless to say, I leaned against the bedpost not as nonchalant as I looked. It sounded as if this might possibly be something that would help to pass the time, and justify my foresight in chucking my pistol and a couple of notebooks into my bag when I had packed.
    She said, 'Of course& I know you are an old friend of Marko's. You probably think I wronged him when I& left him. But I count on your sense of justice& your humanity& '
    'Weak supports, madam.' Wolfe was brusque. 'Few of us have enough wisdom for justice, or enough leisure for humanity. Why do you mention Marko'Do you suggest that he is poisoning Mr. Laszio?'
    'Oh, no!' Her hand fluttered from her lap and came to rest on the arm of her chair. 'Only I am sorry if you are prejudiced against my husband and me, for I have decided that I must tell someone, and there is no one but you to tell& '
    'Have you informed your husband that he is being poisoned?'
    She shook her head, with a little twist on her lips. 'He informed me. To-day. You know, of course, that for luncheon several of them prepared dishes, and Phillip did the salad, and he had announced that he was going to make Meadowbrook dressing, which he originated. They all know that he mixes the sugar and lemon juice and sour cream an hour ahead of time, and that he always tastes in spoonfuls. He had the things ready, all together on a corner table in the kitchen, lemons, bowl of cream, sugar shaker. At noon he started to mix. From habit he shook sugar on to the palm of his hand and put his tongue to it, and it seemed gritty and weak. He shook some on to a pan of water, and little particles stayed on top, and when he stirred it some still stayed. He put sherry in a glass and stirred some of it into that, and only a small portion of it would dissolve. If he had mixed the dressing and tasted a spoonful or two, as he always does, it would have killed him. The sugar was mostly arsenic.'
    Wolfe grunted. 'Or flour.'
    'My husband said arsenic. There was no taste of flour.'
    Wolfe shrugged. 'Easily determined, with a little hydrochloric acid and a piece of copper wire. You do not appear to have the sugar shaker with you. Where is it?'
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