Before Midnight

"I don't have to justify it. We made an agreement and I'm not breaking it. And I can't proceed as usual--if I could I'd be at the library now, working. I've got another week off, but I had to spend today with the police and the conference at the office and now here with you. I'll work tonight, but I don't know what tomorrow will be like."

"Would you accept an invitation to meet with the others and discuss a new arrangement?"

"I would not. There's nothing to discuss."

"You are admirably single-minded, Miss Tescher." Wolfe leaned back with his elbows on the chair arms and matched his finger tips. "I must tell you about Miss Frazee-she is in a situation comparable to yours. Her home is in Los Angeles, where three hundred of her friends, fellow members of a league of which she is president, have worked with her on the contest throughout. It is presumed, though not established, that she has telephoned them the verses that were distributed last evening, and that they are busy with them. A situation comparable to yours, though by no means identical. Have you any comment?"

She was staring at him, speechless. "Because," Wolfe went on, "while there may be no infraction of the rules or the agreement, it is surely an unfair advantage--even against you, since you have already lost a day and there's no telling how much you'll be harassed the rest of the week; but Miss Frazee's friends can proceed unhampered. Don't you think that's worth discussing?"

From the look on Susan's face she would have liked to discuss it with Miss Frazee herself, with fingernails and teeth at ten inches. Before she found any words Knudsen arose, crooked his finger at the other two men and at Susan, and headed for the door. They all got up and followed. Wolfe sat and gazed at their receding backs. Not knowing whether they were adjourning or only taking a recess, I sat pat until I saw that Schultz, out last, was shutting the door to the hall, then I thought I'd better investigate, put down my notebook, went to the door and opened it, and crossed the sill. The quartet was in a close huddle over by the big walnut rack. "Need any help?" I asked brightly. "No," Susan said. "We're conferring."

I re-entered the office, closed the door, and told Wolfe, "They're in conference. If I go in the front room and put my ear to the keyhole of the door to the hall I can catch it. After all, it's your house."