Wolfe growled. I said, "Damn it."
"It's a beautiful idea," Saul said. "It will get him sweating before he comes, and that will help, and he'll have to come. Even if he didn't kill her, he'd have to come. But may I offer an amendment?"
"Yes."
"The letter might read something like this – your notebook, Archie? Dear Mr. Thales. As you know, comma, I was Isabel's closest friend, comma, and we told each other many things. One thing she told me was how you got that five thousand dollars and how she felt about it. I haven't told anyone else because she told me in confidence – no, change that. Change 'because she told me in confidence' to 'because I promised her I wouldn't.' Then: You may want to show your appreciation by giving me part of the five thousand, comma, at least half of it. I will expect you to bring it not later than Sunday afternoon. I work evenings. My address is above, and my phone number is so-and-so. It will be signed by Julie Jaquette. I suppose she should write it; I doubt if she uses a typewriter."
Fred said, "And he croaks her and then we've got him."
Saul nodded. "He would if we let him, and if he killed Isabel Kerr. If he's had practice." To Wolfe: "I just think that might be quicker than coming from you. I couldn't get her to do it, I'm a rat, but Archie could."
"Sure," I said. "I'll tell her I'll send orchids to her funeral." I looked at Wolfe. "You wished her well."
"So you demur," he said.
"No, sir. I like it. I merely remark that selling her won't be easy, and if she buys it we can't let her out of our sight for one second, and what if she won't cooperate on that? Nobody suggests anything to her. She said so."
"But you like it?"
"Yes. If it misses we can blame it on Saul."
"Blaming is fatuous. The wording of the letter is important. Read it."