Before Midnight

"Certainly not." Wolfe frowned at him. "Are you really as silly as you sound? You know quite well what my obligation to my client is. You have a simple recourse: get one of them on the phone and have me instructed-- preferably Mr. Buff or Mr. Assa."

It seemed a good spot for Heery to offer to knock his block off, but instead he got to his feet, stuck his hands in his pockets, and looked around, apparently for something to look at, for he marched across to the globe and stood there staring at it. His back looked even broader than his front. Pretty soon he turned and came back and sat down.

"Have they paid you a retainer?" he asked.

"No, sir."

He took a thin black leather case from his breast pocket, opened it and tore off a strip of blue paper, produced a midget fountain pen, put the paper on the table at his elbow, and wrote. After putting the pen and case away he reached to send the paper fluttering onto Wolfe's desk and said, "There's ten thousand dollars. I'm your client now, or my firm is. If you want more say so."

Wolfe reached for the check, tore it across, again, again, and leaned to the right to drop it in the waste-basket. He straightened up. "Mr. Heery. I am never too complaisant when my digestion is interrupted, and you are trying me. You might as well go."

I'll be damned if Heery didn't look at me. Wanting to save him the embarrassment of offering me a twenty, possibly even a C, to put him back on the track, and getting another turndown, and also thinking that if Wolfe wanted his nose pushed in I might as well help, I met his eyes and told him, "When you do go, if you're still looking for a better time and place there's a little yard out back."

He burst out laughing-a real good hearty laugh. He stopped long enough to say, "You're a team, you two," and then laughed some more. We sat and looked at him. He took out a folded handkerchief and coughed into it a couple of times, and was sober.

"All right," he said, "I'll tell you how it is."

"I know how it is." Wolfe was good and sore.

"No, you don't. I went about it the wrong way, so I'll start over. LBA has a good deal at stake in this mess, I know that, but I have more. If this contest explodes in my face it could ruin me. Will you listen?"

Wolfe was leaning back with his eyes closed. "I'm listening," he muttered.