Nero Wolfe, who was investigating the situation for her; that he was satisfied that his client had a valid complaint but he wouldn't discuss it with the opposing counselor until the investigation had progressed further; that after careful consideration he felt that it would probably be impossible to arrive at a settlement without a court trial; and that he would of course report the conversation to his client, who was staying at Nero Wolfe's house. I returned to the dining room and relayed it to Wolfe, who would not interrupt a meal to speak on the phone, and he muttered, 'Satisfactory.'
The next flurry came two hours later, from the widow. Wolfe had gone up to the plant rooms, and Elma had gone with him to look at the orchids. Not that he had thawed any; he had got the notion that she was working on me and the less we were alone together the better. The phone rang and I answered it. 'Nero Wolfe's office, Archie Goodwin speaking.'
'I want to talk to Elma Vassos.' A woman's voice, peevish.
'Your name, please?'
'Oh, indeed. Is she there?'
'Not in the room, but I can get her. If you don't mind giving me your name?'
'I don't mind a bit. Joan Ashby. Don't bother to get her; you'll do, if you're Archie Goodwin. I've just been talking to that lawyer, Parker, and he told me she's at Nero Wolfe's house. I told him if she wants to sue me for a million dollars she can go right ahead, and I thought I might as well tell her too. He said he would prefer to speak with my attorney, and I said that would be fine if I had one. What would I pay an attorney with'Tell Elma Vassos if she gets some of those millions from those others I would deeply appreciate it if she would pay some of my husband's debts, and then maybe I could eat. I'd like to see her at that, I'd like to see the one that got him killed.'
'Why don't you, Mrs. Ashby'Come, by all means. It's not far, if you're at home. The address is-'
'I know the address, but I'm not coming. When I went out this morning, from the bunch of reporters and photographers on the sidewalk waiting for me you might think I was Liz Taylor. I'd like to see her, but not enough to face that gang again. Just tell her all she gets out of me wouldn't buy her a subway token. If she warns-'
'She'd like to see you too.'
'I'll bet she would.'
'She really would. She said so last night. Why don't I take her there'We can be there in twenty minutes. You've lost a husband, and she has lost a father. It would do you both good.'
'Sure. We can swap tears. Come ahead, but bring your own hankies. I use paper towels.'
She hung up. I buzzed the plant rooms on the house phone, got Wolfe, and reported. He growled, 'She's probably lying about the debts, and bluffing. I'll send Miss Vassos down at once. Don't bring that wretch back with you.'
'But you wanted to see all of them.'
'Not that one. Not unless it becomes imperative. Pfui. You will judge. Your intelligence guided by experience.'
When Elma came-down the stairs, not in the elevator-I was waiting for her in the hall with my coat on. When I told her it might be a little hard to take, judging from Mrs. Ashby on the phone, she said she could stand it if I could, and when, after we got a taxi on Ninth Avenue and were crawling crosstown, I gave her the conversation verbatim, she said, 'She sounds awful, but if he left a lot of debts- Of course that doesn't matter, since we don't expect to get anything& '
The number on East 37th Street, which had been in the papers, was between Park and Lexington. If there were any journalists on post they weren't visible, but daylight was gone, nearly five o'clock. Pushing the button marked Ashby in the vestibule, getting a voice asking who is it, and telling the grill our names, I pushed the door when the click came, and we entered. It was a small lobby, aluminum-trim modern, and the elevator was a do-it-yourself. I pushed the '3' button, we were lifted and emerged on the third floor, and there was the widow, leaning against the
The next flurry came two hours later, from the widow. Wolfe had gone up to the plant rooms, and Elma had gone with him to look at the orchids. Not that he had thawed any; he had got the notion that she was working on me and the less we were alone together the better. The phone rang and I answered it. 'Nero Wolfe's office, Archie Goodwin speaking.'
'I want to talk to Elma Vassos.' A woman's voice, peevish.
'Your name, please?'
'Oh, indeed. Is she there?'
'Not in the room, but I can get her. If you don't mind giving me your name?'
'I don't mind a bit. Joan Ashby. Don't bother to get her; you'll do, if you're Archie Goodwin. I've just been talking to that lawyer, Parker, and he told me she's at Nero Wolfe's house. I told him if she wants to sue me for a million dollars she can go right ahead, and I thought I might as well tell her too. He said he would prefer to speak with my attorney, and I said that would be fine if I had one. What would I pay an attorney with'Tell Elma Vassos if she gets some of those millions from those others I would deeply appreciate it if she would pay some of my husband's debts, and then maybe I could eat. I'd like to see her at that, I'd like to see the one that got him killed.'
'Why don't you, Mrs. Ashby'Come, by all means. It's not far, if you're at home. The address is-'
'I know the address, but I'm not coming. When I went out this morning, from the bunch of reporters and photographers on the sidewalk waiting for me you might think I was Liz Taylor. I'd like to see her, but not enough to face that gang again. Just tell her all she gets out of me wouldn't buy her a subway token. If she warns-'
'She'd like to see you too.'
'I'll bet she would.'
'She really would. She said so last night. Why don't I take her there'We can be there in twenty minutes. You've lost a husband, and she has lost a father. It would do you both good.'
'Sure. We can swap tears. Come ahead, but bring your own hankies. I use paper towels.'
She hung up. I buzzed the plant rooms on the house phone, got Wolfe, and reported. He growled, 'She's probably lying about the debts, and bluffing. I'll send Miss Vassos down at once. Don't bring that wretch back with you.'
'But you wanted to see all of them.'
'Not that one. Not unless it becomes imperative. Pfui. You will judge. Your intelligence guided by experience.'
When Elma came-down the stairs, not in the elevator-I was waiting for her in the hall with my coat on. When I told her it might be a little hard to take, judging from Mrs. Ashby on the phone, she said she could stand it if I could, and when, after we got a taxi on Ninth Avenue and were crawling crosstown, I gave her the conversation verbatim, she said, 'She sounds awful, but if he left a lot of debts- Of course that doesn't matter, since we don't expect to get anything& '
The number on East 37th Street, which had been in the papers, was between Park and Lexington. If there were any journalists on post they weren't visible, but daylight was gone, nearly five o'clock. Pushing the button marked Ashby in the vestibule, getting a voice asking who is it, and telling the grill our names, I pushed the door when the click came, and we entered. It was a small lobby, aluminum-trim modern, and the elevator was a do-it-yourself. I pushed the '3' button, we were lifted and emerged on the third floor, and there was the widow, leaning against the
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