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an army to dean all that out in one day； I thought； heading back downstairs。
In the kitchen was another longer note from Fritz； reporting phone calls that had e before he left and various minor matters。 I opened the refrigerator and poked around； and settled for a jar of home…made pate； a hunk of Italian bread； Vermont cheese； and milk。 As I sat working at it with an evening paper propped up before me； I kept listening for something…nothing in particular； just something。 That had never been a noisy house； hut I had never known it anything like that quiet。 Almost no cars went by； and the few that did must have been coasting in neutral。
My meal finished and things put away； I wandered into the dining room； office； front room； down to the basement to Fritz's room； up one flight to Wolfe's room； up another to my room。 As I undressed for my post…jail bath； I thought that the hell of it wasn't how I felt； but that I didn't know how to feel。 If I had actually seen the last of Nero Wolfe； it was a damn sad day for me； there were no two ways about that； and if I got a lump in my throat and somebody walked in I would just as soon show him the lump as not。
But what if it was Wolfe himself who walked in？ That was the trouble。
Damned if I was going to work up a fancy lump and then have him suddenly appear and start crabbing about something。
After I had bathed and shaved and got into clean pajamas； and answered a couple of phone calls from journalists； and moseyed down to the office and fooled around a while； someone did walk in。 When I heard the front door open I made for the hall as if I had been expecting another package of sausage； and there was Fritz。 He turned from closing the door； saw me； and beamed。
〃Ah！ Archie！ You escaped？〃
〃I'm out on bail。〃 He seemed to want to shake hands； and I was willing。
〃Thanks for your note。 How's the new job？〃
〃Terrible。 I'm played up。 Mr。 Wolfe？〃
〃I know nothing about Mr。 Wolfe。 I ate half a jar of pate。〃
He stopped beaming。 〃Mr。 Vukcic is going to sell this house。〃
〃He's going to offer it for sale； which is not the same thing。〃
〃Perhaps not。〃 He sighed。 〃I'm tired。 Mr。 Vukcic said there is no reason why I should not sleep here but I should ask you。 It would be good for me…I am so used to that room 。 。 。〃
〃Certainly。 I'm used to mine too。 I'm going to sleep here until further notice。〃
〃Good。〃 He started for the kitchen； stopped； and turned。 〃Are you going to look for him？〃
〃No！〃 Hearing myself shout； it seemed a relief and I did it again。 〃I am not！〃 I went to the stairs and started up。 〃Good night。〃
〃Good night； Archie。〃
I was on the first landing when his voice came。 〃I'll get your breakfast！ I don't have to leave until ten！〃
〃Swell！〃 I called back。 〃We'll never miss him！〃
The next day； Tuesday； I had no time to raise a lump。 There were dozens of phone calls； from newspapers； former clients； friends； and miscellaneous。
One was from Calvin Leeds； asking me to go up there to see him； and I told him I had had enough of Westchester for a while。 When he insisted； I agreed to receive him at the office at two o'clock。 I took advantage of another call； from Lon Cohen at the Gazette； to ask about my recent cellmate； Max Christy。 Lon asked why I wanted to know。 Lon is a good guy； but no newspaperman on earth can answer the simplest question without asking you one first； and more if possible。
〃Just curious；〃 I told him。 〃I met him in jail over the weekend； and thought he was charming。 I don't want a biography； just a line or two。〃
〃For quotation？〃
〃No。〃
〃Right。 He's paratively new to this section； but he's a fast mover。 Not really big yet。 As far as I know； the only thing he's close to right in town is a string of rooms for transients。 He seems to be specializing on little weekend roundups in the suburbs。〃
〃Just games； or women； or what？〃
〃Anything men risk money for。 Or pay it for。 I have heard that he is seen around sometimes with Brownie Costigan。 How curious are you？ Is it worth a steak？ Or is it worth a phone number or address where I can reach Nero Wolfe？〃
By that time I had abandoned the idea of selling anyone； even Lon Cohen； the idea that I ever told the truth； so I thanked him and hung up。
A couple of checks in the morning mail； one from a man who was paying in installments for having a blackmailer removed from his throat； were no problem； since there was a rubber stamp for endorsing them； but in order to pay three bills that came in I had to make a trip to 54th Street to see if the formalities about Marko's power of attorney had been attended to。 They had； by Parker； and I was glad to see that Marko signed the checks on my say…so； without looking at the bills。 If he had started auditing on me I swear to God I would have moved out and got a hotel room。
There were other chores； such as phoning Hewitt's place on Long Island to ask if the plants and Theodore had arrived safely； making arrangements with a phone…answering service； handling a report from Fred Durkin on a poison…letter job that was the main item of unfinished business； and so on； but I managed to have them all under control when two o'clock came and brought Calvin Leeds。
When I went to let him in and took him to the office； there was a problem。
Should I sit at my desk or at Wolfe's？ On the one hand； I was not Wolfe and had no intention of trying to be。 On the other hand； when a pinch…hitter is called on he stands at the plate to bat； not off to one side。 Also it would be interesting to see； from Wolfe's position； what the light was like on the face of a man sitting in the red leather chair。 So again； this time intentionally； I sat behind Wolfe's desk。
〃I came here to get an explanation；〃 Leeds said； 〃and I'm going to get it。〃
He looked as if he could stand a dose of something…if not an explanation； then maybe castor oil。 The hide of his face still looked tough and weathered； or rather as if it had been but someone had soaked it in something to make it stretch and get saggy。 His eyes looked determined； but not clear and alert as before。 No one would have guessed that he had just inherited half a million bucks； and not from a dearly beloved wife or sister but merely a cousin。
Something like a million times I had seen Wolfe； faced with a belligerent statement from a caller； lean back and close his eyes。 I thought I might as well try it； and did so。 But the springs which let the chair's back slant to the rear were carefully adjusted to the pressure of Wolfe's poundage； not mine； and I had to keep pushing to maintain the damn thing in the leaning position。
〃A man who es forty miles for an explanation；〃 I said； with my eyes closed； 〃is entitled to one。 What needs explaining？〃
〃Nero Wolfe's behavior does；〃
〃That's nothing new。〃 It was too much of a strain keeping the chair back in a leaning position； and I straightened up。 〃It often has。 But that's not my department。〃
〃I want to see him。〃
〃So do I。〃
〃You're a liar； Goodwin。〃
I shook my head； my lips tight。 〃You know；〃 I said； 〃I have probably told as many lies as any man my age except psychos。 But I have never been called a liar as frequently as in the past twenty…four hours； and I have never stuck so close to the truth。 To hell with it。 Mr。 Wolfe has gone south to train with the Dodgers。 He will play shortstop。〃
〃That won't help any；〃 Leeds said； patient but determined； 〃that kind of talk。 If you don't like being called a liar； neither do I； and the difference is that I'm not。 The District Attorney says I'm lying； because Nero Wolfe has suddenly disappeared； and he disappeared because he doesn't dare answer questions about my cousin Sarah's visit to him here； and that proves that your report of that visit is false； and since my report is the same as yours mine is false too。 Now that sounds logical； but there's a flaw in it。 The flaw is their assumption that his disappearance was connected with my cousin's visit。 I knew it couldn't have been； because there was nothing about our talk that day that could possibly have had such a result。 I have told them that； and they think I'm lying。 As long as they think I'm lying； and you too； they'll have their minds on that and they won't find out who killed my cousin and why…and anyway； I don't want to be suspected of lying when I'm not； especially not in connection with the murder of my cousin。〃
Leeds paused for breath and went on； 〃There's only one way out that I can see； and that's for you to tell them the real reason for Wolfe's disappearance…or； better still； he ought to tell them himself。 I want you to put this up to him。 Even if his own safety is involved； he ought to manage somehow。 If it was something about some client that made him disappear； in the interest of some client； then you can tell him from me that I saw him take a check from my cousin for ten thousand dollars and it seems to me he's under obligation to her as much as any other client； to protect her interests； and it surely isn't in her interest to have suspicion centered in the wrong place about who killed her…and killed her dog too。〃 His jaw quivered a little； and he clamped it tight。
〃Do you mean；〃 I inquired； 〃that suspicion is centered on you？ How e？〃
〃Not on me as…as a murderer； I don't suppose so； but on me as a liar； and you and Wolfe。 Even though she left me a great deal of money…I'm not thinking about being arrested for murder。〃
〃Who do you think ought to be？〃
〃I don't know。〃 He gestured。 〃You're trying to change the subject。 It's not a question of me and what I think； it's you and what you're going to do。 From what I've heard of Wolfe； I doubt if it would help for you to tell him what I've said； I've got to see him and tell him myself。 If he has really got to hide from somebody or something； do it however you want to。 Blindfold me and put me face down in your car。 I've got to see him。 My cousin would have wanted me to； and he took her money。〃
I was half glad there for a moment that I did not know where Wolfe was。 I had no admiration for Leed's preference in pets； since I would put a woman ahead of a Doberman pinscher any day； and there was room for improvement in him in a few other respects； but I couldn't help but admit he had a point and was not being at all unreasonable。 So if I had known where Wolfe was I would have had to harden my heart； and as it was all I had to harden was my voice。 It struck me then； for the first time； that maybe I shouldn't be so sore at Wolfe after all。
Leeds hung on for another quarter of an hour； and I prolonged it a little myself by trying to get something out of him about the progress the cops had made； without success。 He went away mad； still calling me a liar； which kept it unanimous。 What he got from me was nothing。 What I got from him was that Mrs。 Rackham's funeral would be the next morning； Wednesday。 Not a profitable way to spend most of an hour； for either of us。 I spent what was left of the afternoon looking into the matter of sausage。
Within ten minutes after the package had been opened that day； Wolfe had phoned both Mummiani and the Fleet Messenger Service and got a blank as expected； but on the outside chance that I might at least get a bone for my curiosity to gnaw on I made a trip to Fulton Street and one uptown。
At Mummiani's no one knew anything。 Since Wolfe had been getting Darst's sausage from them for years； and in that time their personnel had e and gone； any number of outsiders could know about it At the Fleet Messenger Service they were willing to help but couldn't。 They remembered the package because Wolfe had phoned about it； but all I learned was that it had been left there by a youth who might have been playing hookey from the eighth grade； and I didn't even bother to listen to the description； such as it was。
Fed up with an empty house and the phone ringing and being called a bar； I put in a call myself from a drugstore booth； and made personal arrangements for dinner and a show。
Wednesday morning a visitor came that I let in。 I had formed the habit； since returning from jail； of hearing the doorbell ring； going to the hall； observing through the one…way glass panel who it was