"By no mean. All we could do was force him or them to become visible by movement. All we can do now is continue the process. We'll contrive it."
"Right after breakfast? I've had no sleep."
"We'll see. Movement once started is hard to stop." He glanced at the wall clock. "I'm late. We'll see. It is satisfactory to have you back." He got up and went.
I finished breakfast and looked through the morning paper and went to the office. I wouldn't have been surprised to see a stack of unopened mail, but apparently he had worked his head off during my absence. Bills and other items, out of their envelopes, were neatly arranged on my desk, and the exposed sheet of my desk calendar said March ninth, today. I was touched. I looked over things a little and then took my suitcase and mounted to my room. It was glad to see me back. When I'm up there I always turn the phone extension on, but that time I forgot to. I had unpacked and stripped and showered, and was using my electric shaver,– when Fritz appeared at the bathroom door, panting.
"The phone," he said. "Mr. Corrigan wants to speak to Mr. Wolfe."
"Okay. I forgot to turn it on. I'll get it."
I went and flipped the switch and lifted the receiver. "This is Archie Goodwin."
I expected Mrs. Adams, but it was Corrigan himself. He said curtly that he wished to speak to Wolfe, and I told him Wolfe wouldn't be available until eleven. He said they wanted an appointment with him, and I asked who wanted it.
"I and my associates."
"Would eleven o'clock suit you? Or it could be eleven-thirty."
"We would prefer eleven o'clock. We'll be there."
Before I went to finish shaving I buzzed Wolfe on the house phone and told him, "Right you were. Movement once started is hard to stop. The law firm will be here at eleven."
"Ah," he said. "Contrivance may not be needed."
It was only ten-thirty, and I took my time completing my personal chores. I can dress fast, but I don't like to have to.
When I went downstairs I was ready for anything, including a two-hour nap, but that would have to wait.