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A brownstone on west 35th street, Manhattan.

Most people walk by without a second look.

This is Nero Wolfe's office.

A man who thinks he's the world's greatest detective.

Truth being, he is.

Wolfe is punctual, especially about meals.

Breakfast at 8:00 in his room

Lunch at 12:30, dinner at 6:30.

He also weighs a seventh of a ton.

Evening.

Good evening.

I went to the bank this afternoon.

Oh.

Would you like to have the news?

You're overdrawn.

But the bank is hopeful.

I told them you have a ship coming in.

Smells great, Fritz.

What is it?

Starlings.

Delivered this morning.

Fresh.

The sage?

No, sir.

What do you mean, "no, sir"?

I thought you might like it once

With saffron and tarragon.

Remove it.

Oh, no, you don't understand.

This is...

You did not consult me.

To think that without warning

One of my favorite dishes

has been radically altered

is an unpleasant shock.

It may possibly be edible

but I am in no humor to risk it!

Please dispose of it and bring me

four coddled eggs and a piece of toast!

Fritz, I'll take some.

Saffron, yeah.

Thank you, sir.

And there's a glaze or something...

what did you use in that?

That glaze is a secret

but I can tell you one ingredient.

Red currant.

Red currant, yes.

And you like the saffron and tarragon?

He doesn't know what he's missing.

Thank you, sir.

Coffee, please, Fritz.

Who's that?

Someone who doesn't know the rules.

Wrong number.

Guess again.

You're Archie Goodwin.

I got to see Nero Wolfe.

What's your name?

Pete.

Pete.

Got a last name, Pete?

Drossos.

And what do you want to see Mr. Wolfe about?

I got a case.

I'll tell him.

Now, normally, I would run the kid along.

Sure, Pete, come on in.

But after Wolfe's childish performance with Fritz

It thought it would do him good

To have another child to play with.

Right in here.

Archie, I will not have interruptions at meals.

You call eggs a meal?

This is Mr. Peter Drossos.

He wants to consult you about a case.

I was going to tell him you were busy

but I remembered how sore you got at Fritz

'cause he didn't consult you.

I didn't want you get sore at Pete 'cause he didn't consult you either.

Sit down, Mr. Drossos.

Dragging Wolfe is always a bit of a gamble.

Turn a little more to face me, please.

Thank you.

You wish to consult me?

Yeah, I got a case.

I always welcome a case

but timing is a little unfortunate

because Mr. Goodwin

was going out this evening

to see an important billiard match.

Now, of course He'll have to stay here

to take down all that you say and all that I say.

Happily.

Like I said, always a gamble.

All right, young Pete, fire away.

Yeah, I guess it's okay... him taking it down

but I got to watch my end.

This is strictly under the lid.

If you mean it's confidential, certainly.

Then I'll spill it.

It happened about an hour ago.

I was at the corner of 35th and ninth

working the "wipe racket".

Please, what is the wipe racket?

You know when a car stops at the light

you, um, walk over with a rag and start wiping the window.

Anyway, this caddy stops for the light.

The window was closed, so I couldn't hear

but she worked her lips.

Help. Get a cop.

The guy stuck a gun in her ribs

and I got a license plate; Connecticut Y-Y-9-4-3-2.

May I see it, please?

It's excellent.

So what do you think of this case I got?

Well, it seems a little...

hazy.

Okay, look, the car was a dark gray '52 Caddy.

The driver was a good-looker.

She had on big gold spiders for earrings.

Spiders that stretched out like so; pure gold.

Pure gold, huh?

Okay, it looked like pure gold.

Well, anyway, these people, they had bucks.

So I figure, if he kills her

and I identify him, I get a rewart for hanging on him.

But that's when I decided I need to come see you because

this case is too big for me to handle by myself.

So, I figure 50-50. What do you say?

Archie, you have that licence number?

Call Mr. Cramer's office

and give them that number.

Say that you have information that that car, or its operator

may have been involved in a violation of the law

in this city in the past hour

and suggest a routine check.

Do not be more definite.

Say that information is unverified.

And that inquiry should be discreet.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Who's this Mr. Cramer? A cop?

No, he's an inspector.

You, yourself, suggested the possibly of murder, Pete.

If there was a murder, there's a corpse.

If there's corpse, it should be found.

Unless, and until it is found, where's your case?

We have no idea where to look for it.

So, we'll trick the police into finding it for us.

I often make use of them in that way.

Archie, of course, you will not mention Pete's name

since he doesn't want to be marked.

Call Cramer.

I called Manhattan homicide.

I couldn't reach Cramer

but I talked to detective Purley Stebbins.

I told him all about the case

and, of course, I didn't reveal the source.

Excellent.

Now, your notebook.

Excuse me, what time is it?

Yes, it's four minutes to 8:00.

I got to be home by a quarter to.

See you tomorrow.

After that, a billiard match would seem pretty dull.

But... might as well go.

Sir.

The next afternoon

Wolfe was having a beer relapse.

He was trying to cut down to two quarts a day

And it wasn't going very well.

See who that is and send them away.

Well, I supposed of course, it was Pete

but it wasn't; it was sergeant Purley Stebbins

of Manhattan homicide west.

Nobody's home.

Nuts. I want to see Wolfe

and you.

All right, this is me.

I know that.

Now take me to Wolfe.

Yesterday evening you called me about a car.

A dark gray Cadillac with Connecticut plates.

I told you we had some information... not checked.

That the car, the driver, the owner

was involved in something.

I know that.

Exactly what was your information and where did you get it?

You asked me that yesterday, I passed. I still pass.

We don't want our informant to be annoyed.

Well, he's going to be.

Now, who was it and what did he tell you?

Nothing doing, Purley.

Now you know dam well this is just a bad habit of yours.

Now, if something happened that makes you feel

that I should tell you who and what

you tell me what happened

and see if I agree.

You know how reasonable I can be.

Couple of hours ago

a car stopped for a red light

at the corner of 35th and ninth.

A boy with a rag starts wiping the window.

As he circles in front of the car

it jumps forward

runs over the boy

and keeps going.

The driver was a man alone.

Couple of people agreed on the plates:

Connecticut, Y-Y-Nine-Four-Three-Two.

The same dark-gray Cadillac, the same car you called me about yesterday.

The boy died in the hospital

shortly after the ambulance got him there.

What was the boy's name?

What that got to do with it?

Just tell me his name.

Drossos.

Peter Drossos.

The son of a bitch.

Who, the boy?

No.

Do you tell me or does he?

I wish you luck, Mr. Stebbins.

That boy ate at my table yesterday.

Yeah? Well, that makes it bad, huh?

People got no business running over boys

that ate at your table.

Can I help you, madam?

Does Nero Wolfe live here?

Yes.

Do you think I could see him?

I won't take long.

My name is Mrs. Anthea Drossos.

Yes, Mrs. Drossos.

You are Nero Wolfe?

I am.

And this gentlemen?

Sergeant Stebbins, homicide.

He is investigating the death of your son.

My boy, Pete, would not want me to tell this

in front of a cop.

I'll be in the kitchen.

Asrchie?

Well, madam...

You know my boy was killed.

Mom?

I'm here, Pete.

Go to Mr. Wolfe.

Tell him what happened.

We're almost at the hospital.

The can where I keep my money.

Give Mr. Wolfe the money.

Hold on, Pete, hold on.

Tell him to find...

tell him to find the guy that ran me down.

Tell him to find... tell him to find...

Here is Pete's money.

He made it himself.

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

Archie?

This way.

$4.30.

A hearty congratulations to you.

I figure after deducting for income tax

and the ten cents call to Stebbins

there's enough left over

to put a pool over here or...

Shut up!

Will you return that to her tomorrow?

I will not return it tomorrow or any other day.

You know that's impossible.

Give it to the red cross!

You give it to the red cross!

Should that woman come back

and ask what we did with Pete's money

I'm not going to feel like saying the red cross

and I'm not going to lie.

You brought him into this house!

This is your house!

You gave the boy cookies!

You ate a couple of the cookies.

What?

Nothing.

What?

I didn't have a cookie.

I did not have a single cookie.

You had a couple of them.

Well, you've always said

it's not so much that you earn the money

but to feel like you've earned the money.

So why don't we earn our money?

"Woman with spider earrings

"who on Tuesday at the corner of ninth and 35th street

"silently asked a young boy to get the police:

"please communicate with Nero Wolfe

at the address in the phone book. "

There's enough there to run an ad in the Mirror

and if not, I'll throw in a few bucks.

I regard that as brilliant.

We're using Pete's money

for Pete.

And since there's no chance there'll be a nibble

it won't expose you to any work.

What do you say?

Very well.

Tell Cohen it has to appear in tonight's edition.

Don't explain.

It was almost noon

when the ad in the Mirror had baited the first fish...

our old friend, inspector Cramer.

Where's Wolfe?

Inspector Cramer.

I don't think he's expecting you.

Damn right, he isn't.

Archie, this is farcical.

Why did you put that ad in the Mirror?

I do not use brassavolas

in trigeneric crosses.

Now, your notebook, Archie.

Dear Mr. Jordan...

I asked you why...

Dear Mr. Jordan...

in reference to the orchids...

You put that ad

In the Mirror.

...in performing...

Damn it, Wolfe!

In specific reference to Vanda Caerulea...

I asked a civil question.

Civil?

Civilize it.

Put it your way.

Do you know that woman with the spider earrings?

Archie?

I have no idea.

Back to the letter.

Yes, please.

Please, let's get back to it.

You're covering up something.

Or someone.

Did you ever hear of Matthew Birch?

Yes.

Oh, so you have?

Would you tell me

when and where?

It's in the newspaper.

Here... as reported.

"The body of a man

"was found late Tuesday night...

"in a desolate alley

"alongside a south street pier.

It is thought a car ran over him. "

Except for newspaper and radio items

connected with his death

had you ever seen or heard of him?

Under that name?

Under that or under any name!

Not to my knowledge.

Go back.

Have you got the spelling?

V- A-N-D-A C-E-R-U-L-A

E- A.

E- A?

Do you have any reason to suspect or suppose

that the man found dead in the alley

was someone you had seen or heard of

in any connection whatsoever?

Ah, that's more like it.

That settles it.

The answer is no.

May I ask one?

Have you any reason to suppose or suspect

that the answer should be yes?

Well, here's the complication:

the car that killed that boy was found on 186th street

with the Connecticut plates still on it.

Technicians work out on it all morning.

They clinched it that it killed the boy.

Caught tight underneath the car

was a piece of cloth the size of a man's hand

torn from the flap of jacket

worn by a man named Matthew Birch.

So...

The same car that killed that boy...

ran over Matthew Birch.

Do you agree?

For a working hypothesis...

Well that's the point!

Wou are working on it. You put that ad in!

I'll stipulate that I am capable of flummery...

That I have on occasion gulled and hoaxed you, inspector

but you know I eschew the crudeness of an explicit lie.

I tell you, I have no client in this matter.

Now, I will admit that the evidence

that the boy and Matthew Birch...

Nero Wolfe's office.

...being killed by the same car is a noteworthy complication.

But that should make things easier for you.

Even though the license plate may be useless.

Surely you can trace the car itself.

Yeah, well, we have.

It was stolen four months ago in Baltimore.

It's been repainted twice.

Well, that was, um...

interesting.

It was a, uh...

telephone call in reference to...

orchids.

Thank you, Archie.

Okay.

Um, you know, I've never had any notion

that you're a crude liar, Wolfe.

I've never seen you be crude.

No...

Not crude.

You're nice.

Archie, I- I- I'm not happy with...

Wait, wait, wait.

The phone call.

Hmm?

It was...

a woman answering the ad.

She wouldn't give her name, uh...

Uh, she made an appointment.

It's lunch.

Uh, she made an appointment

for 20 minutes from now.

Archie, this is insufferable.

So...

Dear Mr. Jordan...

"dear Mr. Jordan... "

Mr. Wolfe?

No, I'm Archie Goodwin

Mr. Wolfe's assistant.

Right on the dot.

I am usually punctual.

What can I do for you, madam?

This is a clipping of your advertisement.

And this is a check made out to you for $500.

May I see it, please?

Not yet.

It has my name on it.

So I would guess.

I want to ask you some things before I give you my name.

What things?

About the boy... the boy I asked to see a cop.

I would like to see him.

Will you arrange for me to see him?

If you could just give me his name and address

I think that that woud be enough for the $500.

Describe the boy.

Describe the other occupants of the car.

What time did it happen?

What did the boy say?

Exactly what did he do?

As for your name

that is no longer in your discretion.

Mr. Goodwin seizes

your bag... by force, if necessary...

and examines its contents.

If you complain, we are two to one.

Sit down, madam!

I like eyes at a level.

Sit down and we'll discuss it.

But first, the name.

My driving license.

I am Mrs. Laura Fromm.

I am a widow.

My New York residence is...

I've noted it.

You still maintain

you were driving the car, and told the boy to get a cop?

I do, most certainly.

Then you're in a pickle.

The police want to question you

about a murder.

Yesterday, a car ran over the boy

and killed him... intentionally.

What are you saying?

It was the same car...

the one you profess to be driving

when you spoke to the boy.

I don't believe it.

You will.

The police will explain to you

how they know it was the same car.

There's no question about it, Mrs. Fromm.

I am not assuming that you were driving the car

that killed the boy, but I tell you

merely by being drawn to me by that advertisement

and coming rigged in those earrings

you have put your foot in it.

And if you stick to it that you were driving the car

you will have fully qualified as a feeble-minded donkey.

I was not...

driving the car.

That's better.

Where were you Tuesday evening between 6:30 and 7:00?

At an executive meeting

for the aid to european refugees.

And the following day, Wednesday?

Where was I?

Same time... 6:30 to 7:00?

What is has got?

That's when he was struck and killed.

I was having tea with a friend.

The friend's name, please?

The friend's name is Paul Kuffner...

my publicist.

This is a check

for $10,000.

I see it is.

It's a retainer.

For what?

It seems as though I'm going to need your expert advice

and maybe your help.

Bosh. You're offering

to pay me not to tell the police of your visit.

I am Mrs. Damon Fromm.

My husband left me a large fortune.

I have position and responsibilities.

If you would to report my visit to the police, I would arrange

to see the commissioner.

So... if you would come to my home tomorrow...

I don't go to people's homes.

Fine.

Then I will come here

at noon.

Until then

you will not report my coming here.

I want to...

I must see someone.

I must try to find out something.

If I don't, you may inform the police.

If I do, I will need your advice

and probably your help.

That's what the $10,000 is for.

Archie, is she Mrs. Damon Fromm?

I would say yes

but I wouldn't sign it.

Archie, go to Mr. Cohen's office and ask to see pictures

of Mrs. Damon Fromm.

Phone me from there.

You will stay here with me.

This is ridiculous.

No doubt, but under the circumstances

not unreasonable.

Do you refuse?

No. I deserve it.

It isn't necessary, Archie.

You are Mrs. Fromm.

Before you leave, an understanding:

my decision whether to accept your retainer

and work for you will be made tomorrow.

You are not now my client.

Understood.

And a question:

do you know who the woman was

who was driving the car Tuesday and spoke to the boy?

I won't answer that now because I can't.

I really don't know.

But you think you know?

I won't answer it.

Have you ever seen or heard

of a man named Matthew Birch?

No. Why?

A man of that name

was run over and killed by a car Tuesday night

and it was the same car that killed the boy Wednesday.

Since the car itself

cannot be supposed ruthless and malign

someone associated with it must be.

I am warning you

not to be foolhardy...

or even imprudent.

Mrs. Fromm extended her hand.

Wolfe doesn't usually rise when a woman enters or leaves

but it was lunch time

and the hand was in the way.

I walked Mrs. Fromm to the door

spent the rest of the day

making sure her check was bona fide.

That woman is 18 minutes late

and I shall not permit this to interfere with my lunch.

She must have heard you.

I'm Denis Horan, counselor-at-law.

James Albert Maddox, also an attorney.

There's been a terrible tragedy.

We must see Nero Wolfe.

Mrs. Fromm's body was found an hour ago.

She was apparently run over by an automobile.

Is that the reason you've come to see me?

Mrs. Fromm was a former friend and client.

Not your client.

I advised her.

Badly.

Perhaps it would be well for each of you to tell me...

without interruption...

to what extent, and with what authority

you represent Mrs. Fromm.

I represent Mrs. Fromm.

You do not.

My firm is counsel to Mrs. Fromm.

I am counsel

for the association of european refugees.

I am also

executor of Mrs. Fromm's estate.

And in that capacity, Mr. Wolfe

I ask you formally, under what conditions

and for what purpose

did she give you a check for $10,000?

I prefer not to tell you.

Do you know the law, Mr. Wolfe?

No.

Then I suggest you to seek advice.

I can compel you to disgorge that check

Unless you can establish

that Mrs. Fromm received value for it.

I can't. She received nothing.

But I intend to earn that money.

How?

By making sure

her murderer is exposed and punished.

That's ridiculous.

We'll see.

Am I correct, sir

in assuming that you are not demanding

that I return the money Mrs. Fromm paid me?

That depends.

Tell me under what arrangement

and for what purpose the check was made out

and I will consider the matter.

No, sir. I will tell you nothing whatsoever

of the conversation I had with Mrs. Fromm.

Then you're withholding evidence.

Phooey! I will report it to the police...

in writing... signed.

Archie?

And why not to me?

Because I'm not a simpleton.

Because I have reason to think

that the conversation that I had with Mrs. Fromm

was one of the links in a chain that led to her death.

And if that is so

the person most eager to know what she said to me

is probably her murderer.

Nonsense.

I am not her murderer.

That remains to be seen.

This is a sham.

You're not interested in finding the killer of my client.

Excuse me.

You're only interested in the $10,000.

I'm going to replevy that money.

Archie, call inspector Cramer.

Wait a minute.

You're making a mistake, Wolfe.

You say you want to investigate a murder

yet you have two of the people

closest to Mrs. Fromm here in your office

and you chase one of them out!

Bosh! Will you describe, fully and frankly

the course and nature of your relations with Mrs. Fromm?

Certainly not.

If I send Mr. Goodwin to the office

of the association of european refugees

will you instruct the staff

to answer his questions fully and freely?

No. I...

Then I have little use for you.

Archie, show Mr. Horan to the door.

Counselor.

I wasn't sure Mrs. Fromm would like to be called a socialite.

It didn't seem very dignified, but then, it isn't dignified

to be murdered by a car, either.

Hey, Lon!

Hey!

Well, well, well, so Nero Wolfe is on the case.

I was just passing by.

I wanted to ask a few questions.

What do you know about Nora Fromm's activities

the day she was killed?

What do I get?

Appreciation, respect... trust me.

Eh... all right, start with lunch

at the Churchill, Paul Kaffner...

public relations guy for the A.E.R.

The association for european refugees.

Kuffner told the cops she was worried about something.

What happened after lunch?

Went back to the A.E.R. office

where a Mrs. Wright, executive-something

says she spent their time going over the books.

Then Fromm goes home

meets her personal secretary, friend and confidante.

Named?

Jean Estey. Estey helps her get dressed for dinner.

The buter said they had some argument.

Where's dinner?

Denis Horan's apartment.

Yeah? Who's there?

Just Horan, his wife Claire

Angela Wright and Paul Kuffner.

Dinner breaks early.

Rumor is, Horan was overly familiar with Mrs. Fromm

so he walks her back to the car and watches her drive away.

Yeah, so he was the last man to see her alive, huh?

As far as is known.

Listen, uh, anything new on this, uh, Matthew Birch guy?

What's Matthew Birch got to do with it?

Are you saying his murder's connected to Fromm?

Eh, what else you know about the guy, huh?

He's a special agent

for immigration and naturalization services.

Married, seems to live above his means.

What do you got?

Eh, the cops seem to have it wrapped up

that the same car that killed the kid

killed Birch.

Hey, and Fromm was killed by a car also.

That's sweet, Archie.

That's very sweet.

So who hired Nero Wolfe?

Nope. Not yet.

Hey, what you mean? Come on! Come on!

I promise you I'll give you an exclusive later.

Hey Arch...!

No tasting.

I wasn't tasting. I was sampling.

You must explain to me the difference someday.

Inspector Cramer was here.

Any blood flow?

You'll have to ask him yourself.

The top floor was devoted to Wolfe's second obsession:

Orchids.

Eh, cattleyas.

Wrong. Andropium.

What information did you obtain from Mr. Cohen?

Well, miss Fromm had quite a busy social schedule...

And so I told him.

Wolfe sat there with eyes closed and nose twitching.

...her publicist Mr. Kuffner...

When I finished, he held his pose for a long moment

absorbing everything... I think.

Then he opened his eyes.

Cramer was here.

Yes. So Fritz said.

Yes. He was uncommonly offensive.

He intimated that had I told him yesterday

of Mrs. Fromm's visit, she would not...

have been killed.

He was insufferable.

How old is Jean Estey?

Lon didn't specify.

He thought young, I suppose under 30.

Why?

Is she comely?

No data.

Get her and bring her here.

"Get her and bring her here. "

Well, that's Nero Wolfe.

How was I even going to get to see Jean Estey?

I concocted and rejected four different plans.

Yes...?

Uh, yes, there seems to be some confusion

about the flower arrangements for the funeral.

I must consult with miss Estey immediately.

Mr. Goodwin is the name.

This way, please.

Thank you.

What's this about flowers?

Miss Jean Estey?

Yes. What about flowers?

Yes, that's why I've come to see you.

Have you heard the name "Nero Wolfe"?

The detective?

Yes.

Well, certainly.

Good. He sent me.

Mr. Wolfe would like to know

if there would be any objection to orchids...

miltonia roezlii alba.

They're pure white and... quite beautiful.

Eh, grief... grief.

I'm quite accustomed.

We have it under control.

Thank you, thank you.

You-You see...

pardon?

What started me was the way you're dressed.

Ot, it's grotesque.

Yes, well, the costume merely got me in.

Why, yes, I understand...

under false pretenses, and what for?

Mr. Wolfe would like to invite you to dinner.

Are you aware that Mrs. Fromm gave Mr. Wolfe a check

for $10,000 yesterday?

Yes. I handle her personal checking account.

Ah. Did she tell you what the check was for?

No.

Well, I can't tell you, either.

But I can tell you that Mr. Wolfe feels responsible

for Mrs. Fromm

and feels an obligation to investigate her death.

Oh, the police are investigating it.

Two of them left here just a half an hour ago.

Yes, yes, the police.

I'm sure they'll do a very fine job

and they'll solve it.

But if they don't, Mr. Wolfe will.

Don't you... want Mr. Wolfe to solve it?

It doesn't matter what I want.

Well, it matters to Mr. Wolfe, and that's why

he's inviting you to dinner.

Our offices are at 35th street.

We could be there in 15 minutes. Shall we go?

Oh, go now?

Yes.

Oh, no. Look, I may be

in the middle of this mess

but I'm not going to say or do anything

to make it worse than it already is.

Now, I've been instructed...

Miss Estey! There you are.

Archie Goodwin. I work for Nero Wolfe.

I'm in disguise.

I'm Paul Kuffner.

I...

handle public relations for Mrs. Fromm

and I am not in disguise.

Sorry to break in like this and take miss Estey away

but there are urgent matters.

Upstairs, please, miss Estey.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Goodwin.

I've heard a great deal about you and Mr. Wolfe.

Ah, Beecham, Mr. Goodwin is leaving.

See him to the door, would you?

It was a fine job.

He could have said, "get out of this house 'til I ask

Miss Estey what you're trying to put over. "

But no, sir.

Gentlemen, uh, Fritz has provided us with some...

lovely homemade cookies

in case any of you is interested.

Napkins are provided.

Hello, everyone!

I'm a mortician.

Saul, Fred, Orrie.

Saul, Fred and Orrie, our best freelance operatives

were waiting when I got back to the office.

So you went to miss Estey dressed as...?

A mortician.

Ah.

This got me in.

Unfortunately, miss Estey

with the well-timed help of a Paul Kuffner

refused your dinner invitation.

You don't look very alert.

Sit down, Archie.

Remove the silly cap.

So, I must inform you of the situation

in all of its intricacy.

The police will tell me nothing.

With all of their advantages of manpower and authority...

they will certainly forestall us.

But I intend to persuade myself that I am justified

in keeping Mrs. Fromm's fee.

Besides, I resent the assumption

that those who come to seek my help

may be murdered with impunity... that's the personal reason.

We'll get the bastard.

I doubt it, Fred.

But we will try.

There are dozens of possible approaches to the problem.

So Saul, tell me, where do you want to start?

I'd kind of like to start with that A.E.R. place...

that refugee joint?

Mrs. Fromm's organization.

Why?

Because they're interested in refugees

and Birch used to be

with the immigration and naturalization service.

That's the one connection I see between Birch and Mrs. Fromm.

Very well.

Take $200 in expenses.

But a displaced person would not be lavish.

Yeah, I know that.

I'll start with the spider earrings...

not that I've seen any.

How big were they?

Archie?

Like so, like so.

Were they gold?

I think they were gold, but don't quote me.

Archie, give Orrie... $100.

What about you, Fred?

Where do you start?

Them earrings.

No. They're- They're covered.

Has anyone a suggestion for Fred?

We'll think of something.

Let's try this:

I assume that on Tuesday afternoon

when the woman driver stopped at the corner

and told the boy Pete to get a cop

that the man in the car with her was Matthew Birch.

What? I don't get that, Mr. Wolfe.

Good. Then it probably hasn't occurred to the police.

Now, I admit that this is extremely tenuous

but later that night, the same car

ran over and killed Matthew Birch

in a place and manner indicating that it had

carried him to the spot.

Therefore, since Birch was in the car late in the evening

why not assume that he was in the car early in the evening?

The assumption would be

that the man that ran the car over the boy on Wednesday

was the same guy who was in the car

with the woman on Tuesday.

Because wherever he was, he knew the boy

could identify him.

It couldn't have been Birch

'cause by Wednesday, Birch was... dead.

That's probably what the police assume.

It... sounds logical.

Fred, you will proceed on my assumption

that Birch was in the car with the woman.

Try either to validate it or disprove it.

Archie will supply you

with a photograph of Birch.

Archie, could you get photographs

of everyone involved?

Tomorrow.

Do so.

And then there's something I want you to do.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Archie will coordinate your efforts.

'Morning.

Have you any questions about the instructions

I gave you last night?

One.

It's clear enough as far as it goes

but who am I after?

You're stirring them up.

Turning a tiger loose in a crowd

or, if that's too bombastic, a mouse.

How will they take it?

Will they tell the police?

If so, which one or ones?

Sure. I see the possibilities.

Is there a specific item

I should retrieve?

No, none.

What?

You've been eating corned beef.

Yes, I have. Yes, I have.

I've been eating corned beef...

But not in premises.

Well, well, no costume today.

"Representing Nero Wolfe. "

Yes, but not exactly.

Oh?

I'm here on my own.

On your own.

But don't you work for Nero Wolfe?

I like to get work for me, too

when I get a chance.

Read the other side.

"To discuss what Mrs. Fromm told Mr. Wolfe. "

Yes, that's exactly what

I want to talk with you about, but...

just between you and me.

I don't understand.

Oh, you soon will.

You see, I was present during the talk

that Mrs. Fromm had with Mr. Wolfe.

I remember all of it.

I have a very good memory.

I could recite it to you word for word

or mighty close to it.

Well?

I think you'd appreciate hearing what that talk was.

I've reason to believe

that you would find it most interesting

if I woud recite it to you word for word for $5,000.

Now, I don't expect you

to have that kind of money right now.

You can pay me this afternoon

but I must be paid in advance.

This is incredible.

Why on earth should I pay you five cents

to hear about that talk, let alone $5,000. Why?

Well, that would be telling, wouldn't it?

After you pay, and I deliver

you may or may not decide whether you got your mony is worth.

And what if I told Mr. Wolfe about your offer?

I'd say you were a liar.

You trust me. I'd simply say

you were a dirty liar.

Well, I suppose I should be insulted

and indignant, but I'm too shocked.

I didn't know you were a common skunk.

You should go.

Yes, well, think about the offer.

Taxi!

Looking for a Mrs. Horan.

Thank you, sir.

Just across the street.

Ah, Mrs. Horan.

Do I know you? Do we know each other?

Quiet, darling.

Not exactly, but we're about to meet.

Oh, a detective, working with Nero Wolfe.

For Nero Wolfe.

Have you heard of him?

Oh, yes, my husband saw him the other day.

What day was it? I'm not sure.

If you're looking for him...

No, Mrs. Horan, actually. Turn the card over.

"To discuss what Mrs. Fromm... "

With me? Why would I be interested?

Mrs. Fromm visited Mr. Wolfe and...

Poor Mrs. Fromm.

...I was present out their conversation.

She tried to help all those people...

Their entire conversation...

You see, I heard everything that was said.

And to satisfy your curiosity

I will tell you for $5,000.

And I will pay it back the day it rains up

instead of down.

How about that?

What an amusing idea.

Yes, yes, yes.

"Raining up instead of down. "

Yes.

Would it be raining from the clouds up

or up from the grounds to the clouds?

Well either actually.

I think I like it better raining up from the ground.

Oh, well, we're about the rain are we, Mrs. Horan?

you see, I'm willing to sell you some information

about what Mrs Fromm might have said to Mr. Wolfe.

But why would that interest me?

Oh, I see.

You mean, she told him something awful about me.

That doesn't surprise me any. What was it?

Well, I'm not sure you understand exactly

what I'm talking about here.

Maybe I need to make myself perfectly clear.

First you give me the money

then I give you the facts, see?

You know what I think, Mr. Goodwin?

No, I do not.

I think you're much too fine a person

to use these kind of tactics

to stir up my curiosity.

Well, if it's the money, we could...

I thought you were a nice man.

You have kind eyes.

Did you know that?

I thought you were a nice man, but I can see i was wrong.

Ya-Wa, attack!

That's not necessary.

Oh! No, no, bad dog! Bad, bad!

Hey! Just have him stop.

Well, it's dangerous out in the front lines

but I still wasn't ready to give up

on my quest for $5,000.

This is the association for european refugees?

Yes, it is.

Just like sign says.

I'm here to see Angela Wright.

She's busy.

Well, show her this card.

She's busy.

Show her the card.

She'll see me.

Mrs. Wright will see you.

Corner office.

I told you so.

You're next, Mr. Heim.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you very much.

Come in.

Afternoon.

You represent Mr. Nero Wolfe.

I suppose you are a detective also.

Well, actually...

Are you trying to solve her murder?

Well, actually, what I'd like to do is...

I can't see why would anyone wish her dead?

No matter how she could be.

She was doing such humanitarian work.

She certainly was.

You know, the A.E.R. is

a private organization supported by wonderful people

like Mrs. Fromm which helps immigrants to find jobs

and provides legal and financial assistance.

Yes, that's very touching.

If it were not for Mrs. Fromm, I might

never have been able to come here.

What a tragedy her death is.

Terrible, terrible tragedy, huh?

So, how can I help you?

Ah, well, are you aware

that Mrs. Fromm visited Mr. Wolfe

the day she was killed, murdered?

No, I didn't know that.

Yes.

But we were not so close that she confided in me.

I see, I see.

So, then you wouldn't be interested in anything

Mrs. Fromm had to say to Mr. Wolfe?

About me?

For $5,000, I'll tell you

exactly what the conversation was in detail.

So, it does concern me.

Sit down, Mr. Goodwin.

Perhaps we can arrange something.

I'm sure we can.

Shall we put your offer in writing?

You take me for a sap?

A "sap"?

For a fool.

Oh, if you were a fool...

no, if you were so dishonest, wouldn't Mr. Wolfe...?

I mean, he is a detective, you agree?

You see, the thing is

I, uh, I've fallen on hard times recently

and I've never done this before.

I, uh, my mother, cancer.

Ridiculous.

What?

Ridiculous.

What is ridiculous?

Mr. Goodwin, I resent being taken

for a sap. Is it sap?

That's my vanity.

Tell Nero Wolfe

tell him I mind being underrated by him

and tell him I think he is a sap

for thinking he can fool me with such a crude trick.

But miss Wright...

Yes, Mr. Goodwin?

Good luck to all of you.

After Angela Wright, I had one more offer to make

Paul Kaffner, but I called Wolfe to report.

Archie, come home at once.

Mr. Kuffner is here and I want to see you.

Oh!

Don't sit there, Archie.

Your right to sit at that desk is suspended.

Move, please. Move.

Mr. Kuffner has a shocking accusation.

Sit there.

Mr. Kuffner?

A woman I trust says that you offered to tell her

about the conversation Mrs. Fromm had with Mr. Wolfe

if she would first pay you $5,000 in cash.

What's the woman name?

I have not told Mr. Wolfe

because one was requested not to.

Of course, you know it.

I've forgotten. Tell me.

No.

For God's sakes, if you were a U.S. senator

I wouldn't expect you to name the accuser

but since you're not, go climb a tree.

He has a point, Mr. Kuffner.

Anonymous accusations are in questionable taste.

You should name her.

I was asked not to.

Then I'm afraid we're at an impasse.

May I smoke?

No.

It was Angela Wright.

Archie?

Did you make Angela Wright such as proposal

as described by Mr. Kuffner?

No, sir.

Did you say anything to her

that could have reasonably been construed as such a proposal?

No, sir.

Then you may sit at your desk.

Mr. Kuffner, I'm afraid we're at a dead end.

If it is an issue of voracity

between Mr. Goodwin and Mrs. Wright

I believe Mr. Goodwin.

Yes, you would. Of course.

And even if I could prove such an offer was made

where would it get me?

Look, Wolfe, we haven't much time.

I must get to Mrs. Fromm's funeral

but you should know

that my professional function

was to give advice to my clients.

Mrs. Fromm and the association

relied on me to handle their affairs

so that their activities would be regarded in a favorable light.

I will do anything in my power to see

that Mrs. Fromm's reputation is not damaged, and, while I see

no connection between the association's affairs

and her death, I believe it is possible, indeed probable

that there is a connection

between Mrs. Fromm's death and a talk with you.

Now, if I am to further my client's interests

I need to know about that conversation.

I've tried to talk to the police about it

but they won't tell me, so you must.

I'll pay you $5,000 for it.

Which is it, Mr. Kuffner, black or white?

Five minutes ago

you were going to report

an iniquitous proposal.

Now you're ready to be a party to it.

An extraordinary ethical somersault.

I have the cash with me.

No, Mr. Kuffner.

I'm afraid to deal with you.

You're too agile for me.

You can't deny me. You can't.

As a representative of Mrs. Fromm's interests

I have the right to demand it.

You'll be late for the funeral.

Orry used hi connections in the jewelry trade to locate

a store on 46th street where the golden spider earrings

had been displayed in the window.

When Orrie asked about them, the proprietor clammed up.

Now it was up to me to open that clam somehow.

Who is it, Irving?

I don't know, papa.

Oh, it's you again.

Who are you?

Archie Goodwin.

We work for Nero Wolfe.

The detective?

That's right.

I want to ask you something

about the murder of, uh, Pete Drossos.

Who's that? A gangster?

I know nothing about gangsters.

Oh, no. He was a 12-year-old boy

just like your son here.

Irving, go.

Do your homework.

Now.

A boy murdered?

Why didn't you say so.

Come. Explain.

I still don't understand why this boy was killed.

And by the same car.

So you want what?

I want to know who bought those earrings.

Those spiders?

That's right.

One of a kind.

I gave her a good price.

Yeah? How'd she pay?

By check.

By check? What was the signature?

The name?

It was the woman who was murdered... Laura Fromm.

Ah, Laura Fromm.

You've been most helpful.

Thank you.

We're back. We tracked down the earrings.

Guess who bought them.

Mrs. Damon Fromm.

You knew?

No, Orrie. I was asked to guess.

Now I know.

Good work, Orrie.

Saul phoned. He started something

but he's not sure what.

Yes, I know.

I saw him at the association office.

Yes. He calls himself Leopold Heim.

Under that name he has taken a cheap hotel on first avenue.

After you left the association office

he had a brief talk with Angela Wright.

Who referred you to our organization?

Uh, special agent for immigration and naturalization.

It was, uh, Birch. Mr. Matthew Birch.

Oh, really?

Mr. Birch is dead.

Dead? Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

A few weeks ago

he told me to come here, so here I am.

You entered the country illegal?

Well, yes and no.

Yes.

I was told this association

would be able to help people like me.

The association cannot be an accessory

to a violation of the law.

No, no, I understand.

No.

Of course not.

I don't know...

what I should do.

Consult with a lawyer.

A lawyer?

I don't know any lawyers.

Here is a lawyer you can trust.

Denis Horan.

I have no money.

He works for the association.

It's a service.

Oh, a service.

That's very kind.

Thank you very much.

I appreciate it. I appreciate it.

Thank you.

Saul went to Ran's office and told him of his plight.

Mr. Heim, you have a very big problem.

Many people like you come to me every day

but I'm only able to help a very few.

However...

there may be a solution to this mess.

Where can you be found?

Hotel.

The hotel Duval in room 312.

Go to your room and wait.

Tonight.

I wait?

This evening.

This evening.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

I really appreciate it very much.

Thank you.

So Saul went back to the hotel.

At 8:00 p. m.

he had a caller.

Uh, just a second, please.

Just one minute.

Please. Yes, uh, come in.

Please come in. The door is open.

You Heim?

Who are you?

I'm here to help you.

What do you mean?

How... how are you going to help me?

I'm aware of your predicament

and I sympathize.

But don't worry.

You want help, don't you?

Yes, I need help.

Of course I do.

You're an illegal.

Illegal, really, in a manner of speaking.

That means the FBI and the police

have to be dealt with.

It's going to be costly.

So you... you wanted how much?

Ten thousand dollars.

What? $10,000?

No, but for what is the...?

To prevent any kind of exposure or harassment.

No, no. You don't understand.

I have nothing. I have nothing.

$10,000 is a ridiculous amount...

You can do it by the month, by the week

a little bit here, a little bit there.

I see, for a little bit from the week and the month.

Yes, but... I could...

and the papers are then good, yes?

Guaranteed.

Remember

Any attempt to alter this arrangement

would be disastrous.

Sleep on it.

I'll be back.

Sure.

Um... sir?

Sir, I want to thank you.

I appreciate very much your... your helping me.

And... walk... ease... easy there, young fellow.

When he left, Saul managed to follow him.

The man is now at a restaurant

on third avenue and 14th street.

Saul called from across the street at...

well, it was less than a half hour ago.

I'll take the sedan and drop Orrie off.

I'll lay back with the car.

Nero Wolfe's.

Archie, it's Fred.

Is the boss there? He ought to hear this.

Hiya, Fred.

It's Fred.

Take a taxi.

Go to Saul's.

If tuns out Fred doesn't needs me worse than Saul

I'll come join you.

Go on, Fred.

I'm at a phone booth...

third avenue and 55th street.

I just found a lot of new stuff about Matthew Birch.

His main hangout was a dump on ninth and 54th

Danny's bar and grill.

I've been in and out asking about Birch

Telling people my name is O'Connor.

and I've been told that my wife

was seen with him at a park last Tuesday afternoon

In a dark gray Cadillac.

One guy told me there's a guy

who'll give me the lowdown on Birch.

If I wanted to see him, come back between 9:30 and 10:00.

Go ahead and play it, but wait 'til I get there.

I'll take the sedan and park across the street.

I'll wait in the car until I hear you scream

or they roll your corpse out.

If you leave with company, I'll tail you.

Otherwise, walk along 42nd street, keep going

and I'll wait until you're loose

and then I'll come get you. You got it?

Okay. Anything else, Mr. Wolfe?

No. Proceed.

You know I dislike guns.

So do I, except in situations where I might get knifed

plugged or shoved off a building.

I laid back and waited.

I decided to wait half an hour until 10:19

But I didn't have to wait that long.

The driver didn't spot me tailing him

But he drove kind of fast, a little too fast

for a night when the rain was starting to come down harder and harder.

They were talking.

I couldn't make out what they were saying, so...

I looked for a better vantage point.

Get up.

You ever been to st. Louis, Missouri?

St. Louis? No.

Me, neither.

Got alligators there.

Hello, Mort.

We been waiting for you.

Is he clean?

Yeah, but he had an "s" and "w" under his arm.

What's this about your wife and Matthew Birch?

Someone said they saw her with him.

I think she's cheating on me.

You know Matt Birch?

Me? Birch?

No, but she must've known him.

I guess so.

Check his papers.

All right, boss.

My name's not "O'Connor. "

No, it's "Durkin. "

See, the reason I was...

Shut up.

Archie...

Private dick, eh?

Who you working for?

Myself.

Even a private dick has a personal life

and my wife...

Shut up!

Archie

The big, white guy...

he's "lips".

I followed him

from the hotel.

Where's Orrie?

Orrie's upstairs.

He's watching our back.

What do you got for me here, mort?

Oh, yeah.

Let's get serious, now, huh?

I want to hear you talk.

All right.

Get up.

Come on.

Back up.

Ah... be nice.

Does it hurt?

Good, good.

Get some rope, boys. Tie them up.

In less than a minute

Saul looked through their wallets.

They were Lips Egan and Mortimer Erwin.

And the last entry is Leopold Heim, me.

What do you think... little blackmail?

So, that'sit.

Geez, there must be a thousand names in this book.

Each one paid ten grand... that's ten million bucks.

Quite a racket, fellas.

Do you care to comment?

Yeah. I ought to explain.

Yeah. I should explain.

We work for Nero Wolfe

and we disapprove of blackmail

but that's not what we're working on.

We're working on a murder... or should I say three murders?

So, if I ask you

about your racket, it's to get at a murder, see?

For instance...

was Matthew Birch in with you on this?

Ow! Ow!

That's it, you lousy little rat!

Now that that's out of your system you feel better?

Another thing, uh...

how much of, uh, the cut of the dough was yours

and who got the rest?

What dough?

"What dough?"

Huh.

Who gave you the tip on Leopold Heim?

Nobody.

Tough character.

He's very tough, Archie.

Let me do a little crisscross on him.

Yeah, get his arms.

All right. Hey, Fred, move him.

Come on.

Allright. Here we go.

The crisscross?

"The crisscross," yeah.

I don't know if you've been introduced

It's a scientific method

for stimulating vocal cords.

If and when you decide you don't want any more

there's a phone right there

and you can always call police headquarters.

We'll stop the science here

you can tell them anything you want

without interference or... you can answer my questions.

Did you see Birch in that car?

Who gave you the tip on Leopold Heim?

Who's the boss of your racket?

Birch is... or was.

Hmm. All right, now, we're getting somewhere.

Now... did you see Birch in the car

with a woman last, uh, Tuesday afternoon?

What woman?

"What woman?"

This hurts me more than it hurts you.

All right, let up, let up.

I saw them together.

You saw them together in Birch's car?

I don't know whose car it was.

Ah, who- who was the woman?

I don't know her either.

All right, who was driving the car?

Was Birch driving the car?

No, no, that's what surprised me... she was.

Birch wasn't the type of guy

who let a dame do the driving.

Who gave you the tip on, uh, Leopold Heim?

I don't know.

Oh, no!

Come on, I'm telling the truth.

I got leads in two ways...

from Birch and from some woman.

What woman?

I don't know.

Well, how do you know it wasn't a trap?

She uses a password.

A password, eh?

Well, what's the password?

"Said the spider to the fly".

"Said the spider to the fly. "

Spider earrings.

Yeah...

"Spider earrings".

Very good, Fred.

Very, very good.

And, uh, what number did you call her at?

Oh, I never called.

No, she called me.

Birch was the contact.

Are we, uh... are we expecting anyone?

Well, hello, there.

Ah-Ah-Ah.

Hello, Orrie. Good to see you.

Just in time. Thanks.

Come on in.

That hurts.

"That hurts," huh?

Yeah, well, we're very serious here.

I've got the name of an ambulance, if you'd like.

Yes, it is serious...

serious enough to finish you, Goodwin.

Pipe down, pipe down.

I'm going to make a phone call.

Nero Wolfe.

Yeah, I need some advice.

I'm asleep.

Well, splash some...

And, so, I filled him in.

I talked about Mort, talked about Lips...

told him about the notebook

with 1,000 names now in my pocket...

he could draw his own conclusion...

and I told him about lips' claim

that Birch was the boss in the racket

although the orders came from a woman he had never seen

and how Denis Horan showed up in the middle of all this.

This is... very satisfactory.

Apologize to Mr. Horan.

What? Have a heart.

He's a lawyer.

We won't give him cards to play.

Keep the notebook.

Mention it to no one

And put in the safe as soon as you get home.

Right, right.

Although it makes me ill to consider...

As Wolfe laid out the rest of the plan

some of it was sketchy

but, finally, I said I had it and I hung up.

...those barbarians to my house.

Boys, you committed two felonies...

assault with a firearm on Fred

And extortion on Saul.

Aw, you'll never make it stick.

No, no, wait, wait, wait.

Now, my inclination would

to have the cops come down here

and take you two birds away, but I work

for Nero Wolfe, see?

So, he might think differently.

He might want to bring you

to his house for questioning. That's we 're gonna do.

All right, you have one other choice

which is to go to the cops.

Now, I'd be happy to take you down to the station

But that's your only choice. As for you, Mr. Horan

I want to tender our sincere apologies.

Because of these two characters.

Mr. Wolfe would personally send his regrets as well.

Yes, and I would like to apologize to you

for one other thing, actually.

I neglected to introduce you

to Mr. Saul Panzer...

Yes.

Thank you very much

For all the help you've given me.

I appreciate very much.

Otherwise known as Leopold Heim.

That's it.

All right, now

Please go out your business.

But there is, uh...

I had th this great idea.

In fairness to, uh, Mr. Egan over here.

If we go down to Wolfe's house, you might want

to, uh, be represented by an attorney

and just by coincidence, guess what?

There's an attorney in the room... Mr. Denis Horan.

Horan was in a pickle.

If Horan deserted them

they might desert him

But to say yes would tie him to them.

Isn't it a lawyer's duty to help a guy who's in a jam?

So, it is, but I'm quite busy right now.

Yeah, so am I.

Of course.

Very well, I'll see what I can do.

Uh, we'll have to have a talk.

All right, let's go, boys.

Hey, bring those pliers for a souvenir, Fred.

Good morning.

Good morning.

All right, take it easy, Fred

Don't kill anybody, all right?

How did everything go?

Good. I took over from Fred about 5:30.

Fred, you awake?

I'm going to get a coffee.

Did you sleep well?

Oh, thank you.

This is insufferable!

Well, then don't suffer.

I told you many times

you can leave at any time you want.

How about us?

For you, deluxe accommodations.

Your tie is crooked.

Eight breakfasts.

Well, that includes three houseguests.

Guests? Here?

I am on a mission and I am starving.

Archie, I need $500.

What for?

Phone calls.

Fritz, I'm just going to have that

'cause that looks great. Mmm.

I knew it would be useless for me to guess

what Wolfe had in mind for Orrie

and I knew it would be useless to ask.

I also knew Wolfe well enough to know

he had something up his sleeve.

He always did.

That must be inspector Cramer.

We called him when we got home last night

And told him everything.

Well, almost everything.

Yeah?

Yeah, we're on our way somewhere.

Where are these characters?

And what do you want to tell me?

Uh, come in.

What kept you so long?

Mr. Goodwin phoned more than six hours ago.

As you know my house is full

of questionable characters

and I want to get rid of them.

Where are they?

Guilty of extortion. And, and... assault

and I'm certain much more.

Archie will explain later.

But first, I have two questions.

Why did the man who killed the boy

in broad daylight

dare to run the risk of later identification

by one or more onlookers?

And the other question concerns the journey of the earrings

bought by Mrs. Fromm

worn by the woman in the car some days later.

Then worn again by Mrs. Fromm three days after that.

Can you explain that?

No.

So I have provided my own answers.

But I can't expound upon them without naming my candidate.

If you're ready to name a candidate

don't let me stop you.

Have you got one?

Oh, yes.

The hell you have.

Name them.

The question was:

"Have I a candidate?"

Not "am I ready to nominate?"

I may be in an hour or week, but not now.

What is it, Fred?

Yes, sir.

Horan wants to speak with you; now. Urgent.

Mm, this man Horan is a hyena and he irritates me.

Why don't you talk to him?

Bring him in.

Oh, I think I've seen you work

all the dodges there are, Wolfe

but this one takes the cake.

And I don't get it.

Oh...

I'm glad you're here.

So am I.

I have decided to reveal

a conversation I had with Mrs. Fromm

the night of my party.

I would have revealed it earlier

except that, as her attorney

I thought it privileged

but now it seems critical.

Get to it, Horan.

She told me that she had received information

that someone in the organization

was furnishing the names of illegal immigrants

to a blackmailing group led by Matthew Birch

and that a man named Egan was involved.

She impressed on me especially

the importance of avoiding any scandal

that might damage the association.

It was so like her.

Always thinking of others, never of herself.

You okay?

Yes.

Aren't you, uh, Egan's attorney?

No... no, that was a mistake.

I acted on impulse.

I've told him I can't act for him.

Purley, bring Egan.

You realize, of course

that this man is evidently a low criminal

and he's in a desperate situation.

He's scarcely a credible witness.

Yeah.

Come on in.

Let's take a pew.

Aren't you Lawrence Egan?

Otherwise known as Lips Egan?

Yeah. Yeah. That's me.

And Mr. Horan here

says he doesn't represent you anymore.

He also says that you're a low criminal and a...

That's not what I said!

Shut up!

One more interruption and out you go.

Did you say you wouldn't represent him anymore?

Yes or no?

Yes.

Did you say he was a low criminal?

Yes.

Then shut up.

Have you seen this man before last night?

Well?

I got to think.

Don't hurt yourself.

He also said that you're involved

in the blackmail scheme.

Yeah, I've seen him before last night.

I've seen him lots.

Dozens of times.

Right, brother?

You lousy rat.

Sit down!

He's in it up to his ears.

That's a lie!

You led him into this.

Maybe so...

but I got all I need right now, Mr. Horan.

You're being detained

as a material witness

in a murder and extortion case.

Purley. Get him out of here and take the others with you.

Let's go, boys.

It's 9:00. My orchids.

You mean you're just going to leave when...

When what?

You've got this retch cornered

and you're clawing away at him

to get at another retch... that unspeakable Horan.

I'm not after blackmailers.

I'm after a murderer.

You can deal with them just as effectively elsewhere.

You bet I can.

And I'm going to take your men with me...

all four of them.

You may have three of them

but not Mr. Cather, he's not here.

Where is he? I want him.

You can't have him.

He's on an errand.

Haven't I given you enough for one morning?

Archie, do you remember where

Orrie has gone?

Couldn't remember to save me.

Good. Don't try.

And the truth was I didn't have the smallest idea

where Orrie was.

I've never seen as much top brass in one day

as I did during the next eight hours.

Finally, they tied up a reasonably accurate statement

and I was sent down

to police commissioner Walter Neary's office.

Howdy, commish, what's up?

So tell me about this deal with Jean Estey.

Again?

It looks different now.

Well, I was over there I talked to a few...

And Mrs. Horan and Angela Wright...

whose idea was that?

Hey, that's you.

So, Wolfe knew.

I'll have to think about that one.

That fat son of a bitch.

He said he's ready to earn the money

Mrs. Fromm paid him to identify the murderer.

He wants Stebbins and me.

He wants the five people chiefly involved.

And if that's not enough

he wants three or four policewomen... not in uniform.

He wants you immediately.

He wants Durkin, Panzer

and Egan.

And he says we'll be bringing the murderer with us.

He's a maniac. Insufferable.

Get him down here.

He won't come.

You bring him.

Got a warrant?

I'll get it.

Commissioner, he won't open his mouth.

He'll get out on bail

Go home and do his own inviting.

Without us.

Well, I'll see you gentlemen later.

Always a pleasure commish.

Would someone please tell me what this is all about?

I'm inspector Cramer.

New York homicide.

I want you to understand that this is official.

Only up to a point.

You were brought here by the police department.

With the approval of the D.A.

I'm done with you.

But now, Nero Wolfe will proceed on his own.

I want you to understand

that he has, uh, no authority

to insist on any answers to any questions he may ask.

You understand that?

This is, uh...

a little awkward.

I... have only seen two of you before...

Mr. Horan and Mr. Kuffner.

Mr. Goodwin has provided me with a chart, but I'd like to check.

You're miss Jean Estey?

Yes.

Mrs. Angela Wright?

Cheer up.

Mrs. Denis Horan?

I don't see...

Mr. Goodwin tells me

you have a charming little pet.

Thank you all for coming.

Uh, this is the first time I've undertaken

to single out a murderer from a group of mostly strangers.

It seems a little presumptuous

but let's see.

I have no questions to ask

but indeed I have questions to ask of myself.

For instance...

why did Mrs. Fromm wear those golden spider earrings

when she came to see me?

Answer: they were part of an attempted imposture.

She wanted to impersonate

the woman who was wearing them in the car

in order to find out what I knew.

Another question.

Why did Mr. Horan go to the factory last night?

Answer: because

his greed had impelled him to a foolish action

giving Leopold Heim's name and address to Mr. Lips Egan

and he was alarmed.

I protest.

Inspector Cramer, this is slander.

You're a lawyer. Sue him.

Mr. Horan. If I were you I'd stop blathering

About your implication

in blackmail and extortion.

On that you're sunk, and you know it

and now you're confronted with a much greater danger...

identification as the murderer of Pete Drossos.

But, I-I...

You can't possibly escape a term in jail

but with my help you may go on living.

I suppose most of you

know nothing of the extortion enterprise

which has resulted in the death of three people.

So you can't follow me throughout

but one of you will most assuredly

be able to follow me.

Where do I begin?

With the golden spider earrings.

Unusual and very unattractive.

Why would a woman of taste

like Mrs. Fromm, upon seeing these earrings

in a store window, be motivated to purchase them?

Perhaps she didn't find them unattractive.

Tastes differ? Ptooey.

Do you remember Mr. Lips Egan

saying that in phoning him

a woman used a password?

What was it, Mr. Egan?

"Said the spider to a fly. "

Exactly. "Said the spider... "

Perhaps Mrs. Fromm had overheard that peculiar password used

and the impulse struck her to play a kind of game

with those who she thought might be involved.

What game?

Possibly to see if anyone would respond.

What we do know

is that a woman wearing those earrings

was driving a car with a man

and mouthed the words

"Help. Get a cop. " to a boy named Pete Drossos

And the car suddenly drove off.

The next day, the same car

now driven by a man, ran over the boy

at a fairly busy intersection.

We know it was a man driving

because witnesses caught a glimpse of him.

So, obviously...

the driver was the man

in the car with the woman

the day before.

This seemed obvious because this man would be afraid

that Pete Drossos could identify him.

But that theory was invalidated

when I learned that the man in the car with the woman

was Matthew Birch

and Matthew Birch had been killed

the nightbefore Pete Drossos was run over.

So who was the driver?

I put myself in his place.

I can't expect to kill the boy at my first attempt.

I must anticipate driving through that intersection

several, or even many times.

There will be people around.

Witnesses.

So what do I do?

Wear a mask?

A false beard?

No. I proceed with my hazardous and mortal adventure

dressed in a brown suit

and a felt hat.

Manifestly... either I am a peerless dunce

or... I am a woman.

Let's say, hypothetically

I am a woman.

For if I am a woman, many of the complexities disappear

since most of the roles now become mine.

I am, let us say, involved in the blackmailing project.

I may even direct it.

Mrs. Fromm catches wind of it, she becomes suspicious.

She asks me guarded questions.

She even gives me the spider earrings as a gift

to provoke a reaction.

I tell Matthew Birch, one of my accomplices

about Mrs. Fromm's suspicions.

He insists upon meeting me.

He has me drive his car, which is unusual.

He suddenly produces a gun and orders me to drive somewhere.

Whatever the cause of his hostility

I know his character.

I fear for my life.

At a corner

the car stops.

A boy approaches to wipe my window.

His face is close to mine.

I mouth the words, "help. Get a cop. "

Birch prods me and we go.

I recover from my panic.

Somewhere, sometime, I catch him off-guard and attack.

I disable him, but I do not shoot him.

I have him in the car, helpless and unconscious

and later that night, I drive to a secluded alley, dump him out

run his body over several times, park the car, and go home.

I could make up this story.

Show me the proof.

I intend to.

The next day

I decide the boy is a threat not to be tolerated.

He may identify me as Birch's companion in the car.

So that afternoon, dressed as a man

I get the car from where I parked it...

and dispatch the boy

Ending that possibility.

Proof.

Proof. Where's the proof?

Mrs. Fromm was going

to the Horans' apartment for dinner that night.

I found her car parked nearby.

I hid on the floor behind the front seat

Armed with a tire wrench.

Horan came down with her, but...

Hold it.

Hold it!

I got 'em here, but there's a limit.

Give me a fact or we're through.

Archie, let them in, please.

The red chair.

My name is Nero Wolfe.

What is your business, Mr. Levine?

I'm a partner in B. and S. Levine.

The "S" is for sidney, my brother.

And the business?

A clothing store, men's clothing

on Fillmore street in Brooklyn.

Why are you here?

Well... there was this phone call

at the store, and a man said

that this wife had bought for him

a felt hat and a brown suit last week

and did we remember about it

and I said, "sure"

and he said, to make sure, would I describe her, and I did.

And then, what happened?

Then he talked me into coming here.

What a talker that man is.

A salesman he should be.

I want to know about the woman

who bought the brown suit and felt hat.

She's here. I saw her

as soon as I sat down.

All right.

It's a fact.

I was a fool.

I bought the suit for claire Horan.

She asked me to, and I did it.

You bitch!

That's a lie!

She's a murderer and a liar!

Shut up! Shut up, you fool! I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

All right, Purley.

Get 'em out of here... all of 'em.

Get 'em out of here.

Mrs. Horan, too.

Get her out of here.

I felt I owed Lon Cohen

a good shot for his paper.

He'd done me some good favors

and now he'd do a few more.

He said you wanted to see me?

I said that, Mrs. Drossos.

Mrs. Drossos, this is for you.

This is $5,000.

It's half of Mr. Wolfe's fee.

You see, Mr. Wolfe and Pete were partners

and he would like you to have that.

But, I, I, I gave him Pete's money, five dollars.

I know. Wolfe believes

that a deal is a deal.

But why does he not give it to me himself?

Mr. Wolfe, uh, is a bit of a coward, you see.

A coward?

He hates to see a woman cry.

Thank you for coming.

Fritz will see you home.

Don't tell him I cried.

I will not.

Well, I gave her half of Mrs. Fromm's fee.

And she took it?

Of course she took it.

Did she... did she, uh...?

Maybe when she left the house.

But not a single tear inthe house.

Well, that's remarkable, Archie.

It's very, very remarkable.

Remarkable.