I had to put off making them because he was still getting himself arranged to his after-dinner position in his chair when the doorbell rang and, Fritz being busy with the dishes, I went to answer it. It was Saul Panzer and Orrie Gather.
I ushered them into the office. Orrie got comfortable, with his legs crossed, and took out a pipe and filled it, while Saul sat erect on the front half of the big red leather chair.
“I could have phoned,” Saul said, “but it's a little complicated and we need instructions. We may have something and we may not.” “The son or the mother?” Wolfe asked.