“Well.” Freyer put his elbows on the chair arms and flattened his palms together. “I don’t know. He’s a very difficult man. He wouldn’t take the stand. I wanted him to, but he wouldn’t. I don’t know how I’d go about this. He would resent it, I’m sure of that, after the attitude he has taken to my questions about his background, and it might become impossible for me to continue to represent him.” Abruptly he leaned forward and his eyes gleamed. “And I want to represent him! I’m convinced he was framed, and there’s still a chance of proving it!”
“Then if you will permit a suggestion”-Wolfe was practically purring-“do you agree that it’s desirable. to learn if he is Paul Herold?”
“Certainly. You say your client is in Omaha?”
“Yes. He returned last night.”
“Wire him to come back. When he comes tell him how it stands, and I’ll arrange somehow for him to see my client.”
Wolfe shook his head. “That won’t do. If I find that it is his son who has been convicted of murder of course I’ll have to tell him, but I will not tell him that it
“How?” The lawyer frowned. “Goodwin has already seen him.”
“I said ‘and speak with him.’” Wolfe turned. “Archie. How long would you need with him to give us a firm conclusion?”
“Alone?”
“Yes. I suppose a guard would be present.”
“I don’t mind guards. Five minutes might do it. Make it ten.”
Wolfe went back to Freyer. “You don’t know Mr. Goodwin, but I do. And he will manage it so that no resentment will bounce to you. He is remarkably adroit at drawing resentment to himself to divert it from me or one of my clients. You can tell the District Attorney that he is investigating some aspect of the case for you; and as for your client, you can safely leave that to Mr. Goodwin.” He glanced up at the wall clock. “It could be done this evening. Now. I invite you to dine with me here. The sooner it’s settled the better, both for you and for me.”