The Final Deduction (16 page)

“When I know that one of a group of people has committed a murder, and possibly two murders, and I need to know which one, I like to look at them and hear them—”

“Then you
are
persisting in the slander. You’re saying that you intend to identify one of the people there Wednesday evening as a murderer.”

“Only to my satisfaction, for my private purpose. Perhaps my explanation has lost something on its way to you through Mr. Purcell and Mrs. Vail. No. I’m wrong. I explained fully to Mr. Tedder, but not to Mr. Purcell. Having
deduced that Mr. Vail was murdered, I made two assumptions: that the murder was consequent to the kidnaping and therefore the murderer had been involved in the kidnaping, and that he or she knows who has the money and where it is or might be. So I needed to identify him and I had to see all of you. I had seen Mrs. Vail. I intend to find that money.”

Frost was shaking his head, his lips compressed. “It’s hard to believe. I know your reputation, but this is incredible. You wanted to see me so that, by looking at me and hearing me, you could decide if I was a kidnaper and a murderer? Preposterous!”

“It does seem a little overweening,” Wolfe conceded, “but I didn’t rely solely on my acumen.” He turned. “Archie, bring Saul.”

That shows you his opinion of Saul. Not “Archie, see if Saul is around.” Frost was Saul’s subject, so, since Frost was here, Saul was in the neighborhood. Of course it was my opinion too. I went to the front door and out to the stoop, descended two steps, stood, and beckoned to Manhattan, that part of it north of 35th Street. A passer-by turned his head to see who I was inviting, saw no one, and went on. I was expecting Saul to appear from behind one of the parked cars across the street, and I didn’t see him until he was out of an area-way and on the sidewalk, on this side, thirty paces toward Tenth Avenue. He had figured that Frost would head west to get an uptown taxi, and undoubtedly he would. Reaching me, he asked, “Was I spotted?”

“You know damn well you weren’t spotted. You’re wanted. We need you for four-handed pinochle.”

He came on up, and we entered and went to the office, Saul in front. Sticking his cap in his pocket, he crossed to Wolfe’s desk with no glance at Frost and said, “Yes, sir?”

Wolfe turned to Frost. “This is Mr. Saul Panzer. He has been making inquiries about you since yesterday morning.” Back to Saul: “Have you anything to add to your report on the phone last evening?”

Presumably after I had left to go to Mrs. Vail. Saul said, “Only one item, from a source I saw after I phoned. Last fall he bought a one-third interest in a new twelve-story
apartment house on Eighty-third Street and Park Avenue.”

“Briefly, some of the items you reported yesterday.”

“He’s a senior member of the firm of McDowell, Frost, Hovey, and Ulrich, One-twenty Broadway. Twenty-two names on the letterhead. He was co-chairman of the Committee of New York Lawyers for Nixon. Two years ago he gave his son a house in East Sixty-eighth Street for a wedding present. He’s a director in at least twenty corporations—I don’t think the list I got is complete. He was Harold F. Tedder’s counsel for more than ten years. He has a house on Long Island, near Great Neck, thirty rooms and eleven acres. In nineteen fifty-four President Eisenhower—”

“That’s enough.” Wolfe turned. “As you see, Mr. Frost, I realize that my perspicacity is not infallible. Of course some of Mr. Panzer’s items invite further inquiry—for example, is the estate on Long Island unencumbered? Is there a mortgage?”

Frost was no longer frosty; he was too near boiling. “This is unbelievable,” he declared. He was close to sputtering. “You have actually paid this man to collect a dossier on me? To examine the possibility that I’m a kidnaper and murderer? Me?”

Wolfe nodded. “Certainly. You’re a lawyer with wide experience; you know I could exclude no one who was there. Mr. Panzer is discreet and extremely competent; I’m sure he—”

The doorbell rang. I got up and went to the hall for a look, returned to my desk, scribbled “Cramer” on the scratch pad, tore off the sheet, and handed it to Wolfe. He glanced at it, closed his eyes, opened them in three seconds, and turned to Frost.

“Inspector Cramer of the police is at the door. If you would prefer not to—”

Frost’s wires snapped. He jerked forward, his eyes blazing. “Damn you!
Damn
you! You phoned him!”

“I did not,” Wolfe snapped. “He is uninvited and unexpected. I don’t know why he’s here. He deals only with death by violence. If he has heard of my conclusion that Mr. Vail was murdered, I don’t know when or from
whom. Not from Mr. Goodwin or me.” The doorbell rang. “Do you want him to know you are here?”

“You’re a liar! You’re to blame—”

“Enough!” Wolfe hit the desk. “The situation is precisely as I have described it. Archie, admit Mr. Cramer. Do you want him to see you or not? Yes or no.”

“No,” Frost said, and left the chair. Wolfe told Saul to take him to the front room, and when Saul had gone to the connecting door and opened it, and Frost was moving, I went to admit the law. From the expression on Cramer’s face I expected him to march on by to the office, but when I turned after shutting the door, he was there facing me.

“What were you doing with Noel Tedder last night?” he demanded.

“Don’t snap my head off,” I said. “I’d rather tell you before a witness. Mr. Wolfe will do.” I walked to the office, entered, and told Wolfe, “He wants to know what I was doing with Noel Tedder last night. He didn’t say please.”

Cramer was at my elbow. “The day I say please to you,” he growled, and went to the red leather chair, sat, and put his hat on the stand.

“I suppose,” Wolfe said, “it’s futile to complain. You have been a policeman so long, and have asked so many people so many impertinent questions, and so frequently have got answers to them, that it has become spontaneous. Have you any ground at all for expecting Mr. Goodwin to answer that one?”

“We might arrange a deal,” I suggested. “I’ll ask an impertinent question. Why have you got a tail on Noel Tedder if Jimmy Vail’s death was an accident?”

“We haven’t got a tail on him.”

“Then how did you know he was with me?”

“A detective happened to see you with him on the street and followed you.” Cramer turned to Wolfe. “Day before yesterday you refused to tell me where you and Goodwin had been for twenty-four hours. You said you had no further commitment to Mrs. Vail and you had no client. You repeated that in your signed statement. You did not repeat it to Draper of the FBI when he asked you last night. Your answer was evasive. That’s not like you.
I have never known you to hedge on a lie. Now this, Goodwin with Noel Tedder. You’re not going to tell me that was just social. Are you?”

“No.”

“Goodwin?”

“No.”

“Then what was it?”

Wolfe shook his head. “You have a right to expect answers only to questions that are relevant to a crime. What crime are you investigating?”

“That’s typical. That’s you. I’m investigating the possibility that Jimmy Vail didn’t die by accident.”

“Then you aren’t satisfied that he did.”

“Satisfied, no. The District Attorney may be, I don’t know, you can ask him. I say I have a right to expect Goodwin to answer that question. Or you.”

Wolfe tilted his chair back, then his head, pursed his lips, and examined the ceiling. Cramer took a cigar from a pocket, rolled it between his palms, which was silly with a cigar that wasn’t going to be lit, held it at an angle with his thumb and forefinger, frowning at it, and returned it to his pocket. Evidently he had asked it an impertinent question and it has refused to answer. Wolfe let his chair come forward and said, “The paper, Archie.” I went to the safe and got it from the shelf and took it to him. He put it on his desk pad and turned to Cramer.

“I think you have the notion that I have withheld information from you on various occasions just to be contrary. I haven’t. I have reserved details only when I wanted them, at least temporarily, for my exclusive use, or when you have been excessively offensive. Today you have been reasonably civil, though of course not affable; imparting it will not make it less useful to me; and if it furthers your investigation, though I confess I don’t see how it can, it will serve a double purpose.” He picked up the paper. “I’ll read it. I won’t hand it to you because you would probably say it may be needed as evidence, which would be absurd, and pocket it.”

He read it, ending, “Signed by Noel Tedder. It isn’t holograph; Mr. Goodwin wrote it. I answered that question by Mr. Draper ambiguously because if I had told him of my agreement with Mr. Tedder he would have
kept me up all night, thinking that I had some knowledge, at least an inkling, of where the money might be found. I have no commitment to Mrs. Vail, but I do have a client: Noel Tedder.”

“Yeah.” It came out hoarse, and Cramer cleared his throat. He always gets a little hoarse when he talks with Wolfe, probably a certain word or words sticking in his throat. “And either you have some idea where the money is or this is a cover for something else. Does Mrs. Vail know about that agreement?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s what Goodwin and Tedder were discussing last night?”

“Yes.”

“What else were they discussing?”

Wolfe turned. “Archie?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. We touched on mothers some, his and mine, but that was in connection with the agreement.”

“So your question is answered,” Wolfe told him. “I’m aware that you’ll pass it on to Mr. Draper, but he isn’t here, and if he comes he won’t get in. We have given him all the information we possess about the kidnaping, with no reservations. I do have an idea where the money is, but it is based—”

“By God, you admit it.”

“I state it. It’s based on deductions and assumptions I have made, not on any evidence I’m withholding. That applies not only to the kidnaping and the whereabouts of the money, but also to the death of Mr. Vail. What would you say if I told you that I’m convinced that he was murdered, with premeditation, and that I think I know, I’m all but certain that I know, who killed him and why?”

“I’d say you were grandstanding. It wouldn’t be the first time. I know you. God, do I know you! When you’ve really got something you don’t say you’re convinced and you’re all but certain. You say you
know.
If you’ve got any evidence that he was murdered and that points to the murderer, I want it, and I want it now. Have you got any?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll leave you to your deductions and assumptions.”
He picked up his hat. “You’re damn right I’ll tell Draper.” He rose. “But if he knew you as well as I do—Oh, nuts.” He turned and marched out.

I stepped to the hall and saw him close the front door behind him, stepped back in, and asked Wolfe, “So you’re all but certain? Do you know what ‘grandstanding’ means. Where did you get the idea—”

“Get Saul.”

He snapped it. I went and opened the door to the front room and told Saul to come. As he entered, Wolfe spoke. “Mr. Frost has gone?”

Saul nodded. “He bent his ear for five minutes trying to hear you, found that he couldn’t on account of the sound-proofing, and left.”

“I want Fred. If Mr. Purcell is at home, he will of course be nearby. Bring him as soon as possible.” His eyes came to me. “Archie, I want Mr. Tedder, and Orrie with him. Also as soon as possible. Don’t stop to tell Fritz about the door. I’ll see that it’s bolted.”

“You want me back,” Saul said.

“Yes. Go.”

We went.

It wouldn’t do, of course, for me to ring the Vail house and get Noel and tell him Wolfe wanted to see him. One, he might not come without some fancy persuading. Two, Wolfe wanted Orrie too, and Orrie, tailing him, might possibly lose him on the way downtown. Three, Saul had to go there to get Fred, and the taxi fare is the same for two as for one. So we walked to Tenth Avenue and flagged a cab.

It was 11:23 of a sunny Sunday morning, nice and warm for the last of April, when we stopped at the curb in front of 994 Fifth Avenue, paid the hackie, and got out. When we’re going on with the program, the method of getting in touch with a tail, understood by all of us, is a little complicated, but in that case it was simple. We merely raised an arm to wave at a squirrel in a tree in the park and started to stroll downtown. Before we had taken
twenty steps Fred appeared from behind a parked car across the street and came over to us and said if we had come an hour sooner he could have gone to church.

“It would take more than church to square you,” I told him. “Purcell hasn’t shown?”

“No.”

“What about Orrie?”

“His subject showed at ten fifty-one and led him away.” Fred looked at Saul. “And yours came at eleven-fifteen in a cab and went in. So you got shook for once?”

“No,” I said, “he got called off. Did Tedder ride or walk?”

“Walked. Turned east at Seventy-eighth Street. Orrie was keeping distance. Something happened? What’s up?”

“God doesn’t know but Mr. Wolfe does. Everybody in for a conference.” I turned to Saul. “If you and Fred go on down, you can read the Bible until I bring Tedder and Orrie. There are five versions in four different languages on the second shelf from the top near the left end. I’m thinking where to start looking for him. I think better when I talk.”

“We can’t help you think,” Saul said, “because you know him and we don’t, but we can help you look. Of course, if he wanted a taxi, it’s Sunday and he could have got one here on Fifth, or if he thought he’d get one quicker on Madison he wouldn’t have gone to Seventy-eighth to turn east. But if he has a car and it’s garaged on Seventy-eighth, he—”

“No,” Fred said. “Four cars garaged on Eighty-second Street. I’ve seen three of them.” As I said, Fred was a little too solid for quick reactions, but give him time and he would collect a lot of miscellaneous information that might be useful.

“Okay,” I said, “thanks a lot for doing my thinking. Now I know where he is, maybe. If you’ve thought wrong and he’s not there, we might as well go back to Thirty-fifth Street and sing hymns until Orrie phones. Come along.”