Champagne for One

He was polite. "In a moment, madam. Another person is expected. If you gentlemen will be seated? Archie?"

Saul was already seated, still in Faith Usher’s place, sipping champagne. Leaving it to the other four, Laidlaw, Byne, Cramer, and Stebbins to do their own seating, I went to the hall, mounted the two nights to the South Room, knocked on the door, was told to come in, and did so.

Elaine Usher, in a chair by a window with sections of the Sunday paper scattered on the floor, had a mean look ready for me.

"Okay,"I said. "Your cue."

"It’s about time." She kicked the papers away from her feet and got up."Who’s there?"

"As expected. Mr Wolfe. Byne, Laidlaw, Panzer. Inspector Cramer and Sergeant Stebbins. Mrs Robilotti. She sent her husband home. I take you straight to her."

"I know. I’ll enjoy that, I really will, no matter what happens. My hair’s a mess. I’ll be with you in a minute."

She went to the bathroom and closed the door. I wasn’t impatient, since Wolfe would use the time to get Mrs Robilotti into a proper mood. Mrs Usher used it too. When she emerged her hair was very nice and her lips were the colour that excites a bull. I asked her if she preferred the elevator, and she said no, and I followed her down the two flights. As we entered the office I was at her elbow.

It came out so perfect that you might have thought it had been rehearsed. I crossed with her, passing between Cramer and Byne, turned so we were facing Mrs Robilotti, right in front of her, and said, "Mrs Robilotti, let me present Mrs Usher, the mother of Faith Usher." Mrs Usher bent at the waist, put out a hand, and said, "It’s a pleasure, a great pleasure." Mrs Robilotti stared a second, shot a hand out, and slapped Mrs Usher’s face. Perfect

Chapter Sixteen

Your guess is as good as mine, whether Wolfe would have been able to crash through anyway if the confrontation stunt hadn’t worked-if Mrs Robilotti had been quick enough and tough enough to take Mrs Usher’s offered hand and respond according to protocol. He maintains that he would have, but that the question is academic, since with Mrs Robilotti’s nerves already on edge the sudden appearance of that woman, without warning, bending to her and offering a hand, was sure to break her.