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She didn't seem to have noticed me, let alone recognize me; then she stopped with, one foot on the running-board and turned the eyes straight at me, and for the first time I saw an expression in them that I could give a name to, and it wasn't fondness. You could call it an inviting expression if you went on to describe what she was inviting me to. I stepped into it anyway. I said: ^Mrs. Chapin. Could I ride with you?

I'd like to tell you -"

She climbed inside arid slammed the door to. Pitney Scott stepped on the starter, put the gear in, and started to roll.

I stood and watched the taxi go, not very jubilant, because it was her I had come down there to see.

I walked to the corner and phoned Wolfe I wouldn't be home to lunch, which I didn't mind much because the eggs and cream and sausages I had shipped on at ten o'clock were still undecided what to do about it; bought a Times and went to the roadster and made myself comfortable.

Unless she had some kind of pull that Inspector Cramer didn't know about, they wouldn't let her stay very long at the Tombs.

At that I had to wait close to an hour and a half. It was nearly two o'clock, and I was thinking of hitting up the delicatessen where Fred Durkin had been a tenant for most of the week, when I looked up for the eightieth time at the sound of a car and saw the taxi slowing down. I had decided what to do. With all that animosity in Dora's eyes I calculated it wouldn't pay to try to join her downstairs and go up with her; I would wait till she was inside and then persuade Pitney Scott to take me up. With him along she might let me in. But again I didn't get the break.

Instead of stopping at the entrance Scott rolled down a few yards, and then they both got out and both went in. I stared at them and did a little cussing, and decided not to do any more waiting. I got out and entered 203 for the first and last time, and went to the elevator and said fifth floor.

The man looked at me with the usual mild and weary suspicion but didn't bother with questions. I got out at the fifth and rang the bell at 5C.

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Эллери Квин – псевдоним двух кузенов: Фредерика Дэнни (1905-1982) и Манфреда Ли (1905-1971). Их перу принадлежат 25 детективов, которые объединяет общий герой, сыщик и автор криминальных романов Эллери Квин, чья известность под стать популярности Шерлока Холмса и Эркюля Пуаро. Творчество братьев-соавторов в основном укладывается в русло классического детектива, где достаточно запутанных логических ходов, ложных следов, хитроумных ловушек.Эллери Квин – не только псевдоним двух писателей, но и действующее лицо их многих произведений – профессиональный сочинитель детективных историй и сыщик-любитель, приходящий на помощь своему отцу, инспектору полиции Ричарду Квину, когда очередной криминальный орешек оказывается тому не по зубам.

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