The Father Hunt

Cramer about-faced and narrowed his eyes at me. Stebbins merely took more papers from a drawer and started leafing through them. A cop inside the house. The sound came of the elevator descending, and it stopped, and as Wolfe came I stepped into the office. He entered, halted, shot a glance at Cramer, glared at Stebbins, who went right on with papers, and said, "Get Mr. Parker. I'll take it in the kitchen."

"What did you expect?" Cramer demanded. "Knock it off, Purley. Goodwin wants his chair. Come on, move!"

Stebbins tossed papers on my desk, a mess, got to his feet in no hurry, and went to get one of the yellow chairs. He likes to be with his back to a wall. By the time he had the chair where he wanted it Cramer was in the red leather chair and Wolfe, at his desk, had a drawer open to see if it was in order. He made a face and turned to Cramer. "The briefer we make this the better. You want to know who made those fingerprints."

"You're damned right I do. And I want-"

"I know what you want, but something I want comes first. I will not have that man"-he aimed a straight finger at Stebbins-"in my house. Ransacking my office? Pfui. I would like to exclude you too, but someone even less tolerable would probably replace you. Archie. On a letterhead, Mr. Vance's name and both addresses and telephone numbers. One carbon."

It took longer than usual to get paper and carbon in the typewriter on account of the mess Stebbins had made. As I typed Cramer said something, saw that Wolfe wasn't listening and didn't intend to, and shut his trap. As I rolled the paper out Wolfe said, "One to each," and I went and handed Cramer the original and Stebbins the carbon, and Wolfe told Cramer, "Get him out of here."

You have to admit that he knows when he can get away with what. In any ordinary circumstances he wouldn't

Jteve tried telling Cramer to get Stebbins out of there, but I had just given him the name and address of a man who had left his cigar case in a hit-and-run car.

Cramer said to Wolfe, "Floyd Vance. Was it his prints on that stuff you sent me?"

Wolfe said, "Yes. He made most of them last evening, in my presence, and Mr. Goodwin's, sitting in that chair."

Cramer turned to Stebbins and said, "Get him and take him in."

Stebbins got up and went.