"I often try. I will pay one hundred dollars for what you offer. – Please! I will not haggle. And do not think me discourteous if I say that I am busy and need all the time the clock affords me. I thank you for your visit, but I am busy."
Wolfe's finger moved to indicate the books before him on the desk, one of them with a marker in it. "There are the five novels written by Paul Chapin; I managed to procure the four earlier ones yesterday evening. I am reading them. I agree with you that this is a difficult case. | It is possible, though extremely unlikely, that I shall have it solved by midnight."
I swallowed a grin. Wolfe liked bravado all right; for his reputation it was one of his best tricks.
Bascom stared at him. After a moment he pushed his chair back and got up, and • the dick next to me lifted himself with a grunt. Bascom said, "Don't let me keep you. I believe I mentioned we all have our own methods, and all I've got to say is thank God for that."
"Yes. Do you wish the hundred dollars?"
Bascom, turning, nodded. "I'll take it.
It looks to me like you're throwing the money away, since you've already bought the novels, but hell I'll take it." ^.
I went across to open the door, and they followed. ^ ni t;.3h
5
By dinner time Monday we were all set, so we enjoyed the meal in leisure. Fritz was always happy and put on a little extra effort when he knew things were moving in the office. That night I passed him a wink when I saw how full the soup was of mushrooms, and when I tasted the tarragon in the salad dressing I threw him a kiss. He blushed. Wolfe frequently had compliments for his dishes and expressed them appropriately, and Fritz always blushed; and whenever I found occasion to toss him a tribute he blushed likewise, I'd swear to heaven, just to please me, not to let me down. I often wondered if Wolfe noticed it. His attention to food was so alert and comprehensive that I would have said off hand he didn't, but in making any kind of a guess about Wolfe offhand wasn^t good enough.