The Doorbell Rang (The Rex Stout Library)

I have since argued with Saul about how long it took him. He says the door opened eight minutes after I hissed, and I say ten. Anyway it opened, and as it started I moved into the office, got my back against the wall to the left of the door, put my left hand behind me with a finger on the light switch, and took the Marley from my pocket with the right.

Once in, they didn't listen more than five seconds, which was bad technique. They came straight down the hall. With my head turned, I saw the faint gleam of a pencil-flash grow brighter, then streak into the office, and then them. They came in three or four steps and stopped. The one with the flash started it around and in three seconds it would have hit me, so I sang out, "Play ball!" raised the Marley, and flipped the switch, and there was light.

One of them just gawked, but the one with the flash dropped it and started his hand inside his jacket. But not only did I have my gun out, Orrie was there beside me with his, and Saul's voice came from the door of the front room, "Strike one!" They turned their heads and saw two more guns.

"It looks bad," I said. "We don't even need to frisk you, you can't shoot in two directions at once. Mr Wolfe!"

He was there. He must have left the kitchen when I called, "Play ball." I said, "Go around," but he had already started that way, to the right of the red leather chair, well out of their reach. At his desk he sat and eyed them-their profiles, since they were facing Orrie and me.

He spoke. "This is deplorable. Archie, call the police." I moved. I didn't make as wide a detour as Wolfe had, but the program would go better without a scuffle, so I circled around. Halfway to my desk I stopped and said, "Look. If you jump me when I'm dialing you won't leave here on your feet. I suppose you know the law, crashers do. You're inside. If you try getting rough they'll plug you and all they'll get from the law is thanks."

"Balls." It was the big handsome one with a square jaw and square shoulders. The other one was taller, but skinny, with a face that showed the bones. Handsome was giving me the stony stare. "We're not crashers, and you know it."

"Like hell I do. You crashed. You can explain it to the cops. I've warned you. Stay put. Start moving and you'll get stopped. One of them has a quick finger."