Champagne for One

"Have you told anybody? Either of you?"

"Plainly," Wolfe said, "you are distressed and so must be indulged. But nothing has happened to release either Mr Goodwin or me from our pledge of confidence. If and when it does you will first be notified. I suggest that you retire and cool off a little."

"Cool off, hell." The client rubbed the chair arms with his palms, eyeing Wolfe. "Then it wasn’t you. All right. When I left here this morning I went to my office, and my secretary said the District Attorney’s office had been trying to reach me, and I phoned and was told they wanted to see me immediately, and I went. I was taken in to Bowen, the District Attorney himself, and he asked if I wished to change my statement that I had never met Faith Usher before Tuesday evening, and I said no. Then he showed me a note that he said had come in the mail. It was typewritten. There wasn’t any signature. It said, ‘Have you found out yet that Edwin Laidlaw is the father of Faith Usher’s baby? Ask him about his trip to Canada in August nineteen fifty-six.’ Bowen didn’t let me take it. He held on to it. I sat and stared at it."

Wolfe grunted. "It was worth a stare, even if it had been false. Did you collapse?"

"No! By God, I didn’t! I don’t think I decided what to do while I sat there staring at it; I think my subconscious mind had already decided what to do. Sitting there staring at it, I was too stunned to decide anything, so I must have already decided that the only thing to do was refuse to answer any questions about anything at all, and that’s what I did. I said just one thing: that whoever sent that note had libelled me and I had a right to find out who it was, and to do that I would have to have the note, but of course they wouldn’t give it to me. They wouldn’t even give me a copy. They kept at me for two hours, and when I left I was followed."

"You admitted nothing?"

"No."

"Not even that you had taken a trip to Canada in August of nineteen fifty-six?"

"No. I admitted nothing. I didn’t answer a single question."

"Satisfactory," Wolfe said. "Highly satisfactory. This is indeed welcome, Mr Laidlaw. We have-"

"Welcome!" the client squawked. "Welcome?"