The Rubber Band

I lifted the shoulders and let them drop. "Sure. You're just sore. That's one way cops and newspaper reporters are all alike, they can't bear to have anyone know anything they won't tell." I looked at my wrist watch and saw it was nearly two o'clock. "I'm hungry. Where do I eat, inside or out?"

Cramer said, "I don't give a damn if you never eat. Beat it."

I floated up and out, down the hall, down in the elevator, and back to the roadster. I looked around comprehensively, reflecting that within a radius of a few blocks eight Mike Walshes were scattering in all directions, six of them with tails, and that I would give at least two bits to know where one of them was headed for. But even if he had gone by my elbow that second I wouldn't have dared to take it up, since that would have spotted him for them, so I hopped in the roadster and swung north.

When I got back to the house Wolfe and Clara Fox were in the dining room, sitting with their coffee. They were so busy they only had time to toss me a nod, and I sat down at my end of the table and Fritz brought me a plate. She had on my dressing gown, with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of Fritz's slippers with her ankles bare. Wolfe was reciting Hungarian poetry to her, a line at a time, and she was repeating it after him; and he was trying not to look pleased as she leaned forward with an ear cocked at him and her eyes on his lips, asking as if she were really interested, "Say it again, slower, please do."

The yellow dressing gown wasn't bad on her, at that, but I was hungry. I waded through a plate of minced lamb kidneys with green peppers, and a dish of endive, and as Fritz took the plate away and presented me with a hunk of pie I observed to the room, "If you've finished with your coffee and have any time to spare, you might like to hear a report."

Wolfe sighed. "I suppose so. But not here." He arose. "If Fritz could serve your coffee in the office? And you. Miss Fox… upstairs."

"Oh, my lord. Must I dig in again?"

"Of course. Until dinner time." He bowed, meaning that he inclined his head two inches, and went off.

Clara Fox got up and walked to my end. "I'll pour your coffee."

"All right. Black and two lumps."