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"They liked battered
egg or chicken

"and sheep's flesh
or bullock cheese,

"untold quantity of chickens.

For what is now right on
top of Monte Lovchen..."

Mr. Wolfe, he reads this?

Uh, some time ago, yeah.

But he studies it?

Aah, he's a genius.

He doesn't need
to study anything.

Do you read, perhaps?

I do not.

But I hear all the
kings get murdered.

If I want that, I got
the newspapers.

And since you won't tell me
why you've come, Miss Lovechin...

Lovchen.

Lovchen.

Yes...

I'm going to take

these highly technical
germination records

upstairs to the genius

so he can be prepared for you

when he comes down.

I found Wolfe scowling
reproachfully at a collagen.

There's a female
immigrant downstairs:

young, fine legs,

eyes beautiful but worried.

Her name is Carla Lovchen.

Did you say her
name was Lovchen?

Yeah, apparently she...

she's named after a
mountain in Montenegro.

Yes, Monte Lovchen,

which is the Venetian
variant to Monte Nero,

which, of course, is your name.

Uh, she says she
wants to see you,

but I think she came
to borrow a book.

She has her pretty little nose

buried in United Yugoslavia.

Yes.

Since it only lacked
three minutes to 11:00,

Wolfe's reaction was
pretty childish, even for him.

I demonstrated my own
maturity with an audible snort.

Lovchen is not your name.

Lovchen is no one's name.

My name is what I say it is.

No matter.

You came to see me.

That is just how a
Montenegrin talks to a girl.

I feel at home.

But you do not look like one.

They grow up and up, not
out and all around like you.

Is it what you eat?

What can I do for you, madam?

Oh, yes, I am forgetting,

on account of
finally seeing you.

Famous man.

And you know Montenegro.

Hvala Bogu.

I want to engage you on
account of some trouble.

I... I'm afraid I'm too busy.

Not my trouble.

A girl who came with me
to America from Zagreb:

Neya Tormic.

Her name, like mine,
is what she says it is.

We work together at the
studio of Nikola Miltan.

We can pay you,

not so much as
you might expect...

I said that I'm very busy.

But you must!

It is the biggest nonsense

anyone can imagine

that Neya would put her hand

in the American fool's
pocket to steal diamonds!

Mr. Wolfe... he gets sick?

No, he's just eccentric.

You might call that
a form of sickness.

Archie, in the kitchen, please.

Send her away.

Yeah, but she said she'd pay,

didn't she?

Archie... I have skedaddled,

physically, once in my
life, from one person

and that was a
Montenegrin woman.

It was a long time ago,
but my nerves remember it.

I cannot explain
to you how I felt

when that Montenegrin
female said "Hvala Bogu."

Send her away!

But there's no...

Archie!

Did he say what for?

All he would say was
that he's from the FBI.

Sorry to bother you,
Mr. Wolfe, but it's our job.

Are you acquainted
with a federal statute

requiring citizens who are
agents of foreign principals

to register with the
Department of State?

Not intimately.

Ah, you know the law?

Have you registered?

I'm not an agent of
a foreign principal.

But you were an agent of
the Austrian government?

As a boy. I quit.

And then you joined
the Montenegrin army?

Still a boy, immature.

I believed then that all
misguided people should be shot.

I shot some.

But we ended up fighting
machine guns with our fingernails

and eating dried grass.

I starved to death.

In fact, I went on breathing.

And when it was all over,

I did something which
advanced my maturity

but rid me of my illusions.

Then I came to America.

Do you know the
Prince Donevitch?

I believe he is in Paris,
Yes, getting ready to die.

Not Peter;

his nephew, Stefan, in Zagreb.

Did you send money
to support his cause?

I send money to
the loyalists in Spain

and to the Yugoslavian
youth brigade...

A group of young hopeful
people of the Balkans

with whom the Donevitch gang

most assuredly
have no connection.

What about your wife?

Weren't you married?

Married?

No. That was why I...

Mr. Stahl, my
temperament inclines me

to... resent anyone

who pries into my
personal history.

I have been tolerant so far

because you represent
the government...

You are, in effect,
America sitting in my office...

And I am grateful to my country,

but you are nearing a point

at which even a
grateful American

would tell you
to go to the devil.

Do you represent

any foreign individual,
government or country?

No.

That's all we needed to know.

Well, Wolfe could wax
patriotic if he wanted,

but I don't like strangers
poking around in my affairs,

let alone a nation
of 130 million.

Now, you see what happens

when you rake in two fat fees

and you start turning down jobs?

America gets suspicious

and they sic a G-man on you.

You know why?

Because it's un-American

not to earn as much
money as you possibly can.

Looks like you're going to have
to start investigating yourself.

Archie...

I have repeatedly told
you not to be amusing.

Archie.

Sir.

Did it occur to you

that that girl might be
babbling about that book

in order to determine

if either of us might look at it

in the immediate future?

No, sir.

My mind was occupied.

She was standing
right in front of me

and I was thinking about curves.

Well, that...

that is not actual thought.

That's a stimulation of
nerves in the spinal column.

Oh.

I had to set my
teeth hard on my lip

to keep from asking how he
knew something was in there.

Do you speak
Serbo-Croatian, Archie?

No, I do not.

Roughly translated,
"I empower my wife,

"Princess Vladanka
Donevitch, to act in my name

"in all financial matters
of the Donevitch dynasty,

"with particular reference to
Bosnian forest concessions

"and to certain credits
in care of bankers

"Barrett & DeRussy,
bankers of New York.

"The signatures are attested.

Stefan and Vladanka Donevitch."

That girl is a Balkan princess?

He would steal the forests!

While old Peter
is dying in Paris,

Stefan courts England and
Germany, using American banks.

If I could use this...

If I could use this

to destroy the whole
Donevitch clan, I would!

As soon as I heard
that girl's voice,

I knew the devil was around.

Now, hold it, hold it.

Even if that girl's an
obnoxious Balkan princess,

why would she leave it here?

Is it a plant?

No, she did not want it found.

That young lady to
see you again, sir.

Miss Carla Lovchen.

Yes.

I thought I had
made it quite clear

this morning, Miss Lovchen.

I cannot help you.

But you must.

Neya and I talked it over

and I said we must tell you

very good reason why you must,

and she agreed only
because she had to.

Driscoll will tell the police...

What is this reason, madam?

Please get to the point.

Of course.

She is your daughter.

My daughter?

She is your daughter.

I have no daughter.

This is flummery.

Well, that was what I
expected him to say.

What he really said was...

I have no daughter.

She disappeared.

You mean you have not seen her

since she was three years old.

There.

Your signature.

It's hard to work for someone

and have a small fact like
his being a father escape you,

especially when you're a
top-flight detective like myself.

You must give that back.

I went to Yugoslavia.

I could not find this girl.

How do I know it wasn't stolen?

For what?!

She sent me to show it to you.

Do you wish to see
your grown daughter

for the first time in jail?

The child of the famous
Nero Wolfe, in jail.

All America will know.

But she is no thief.

She did not steal!

Archie, your notebook.

We come from Zagreb last year.

We are good fencers.

Corsini passed us in
foils, épée and saber.

And the dancing is...

Easy.

Mr. Miltan is the man

who runs the studio.

Terrible man

with a terrible wife.

Nikola Miltan's
studio on 54th Street

was an exclusive joint
with a pedigreed clientele.

The swank of the place was real;

it was not dolled
up for the customers.

Large classes of fencing were
taught in the Salle d'Armes.

One fencing pupil was a
fat man named Nat Driscoll,

who hit the showers after
his expensive private lesson.

Ah, good, good.

Class over. Finished.

Not bad today.

Thank you.

That was a good lesson.

And came out to see Wolfe's
daughter rifling his coat.

Driscoll's gold
cigarette case and wallet

were where they belonged.

It wasn't until later that he
remembered about the diamonds

which should have
been there, too.

I didn't touch his locker

or his clothing.

It's infamous.

False.

I was giving a
lesson to Mr. Ludlow.

I searched her.

I found nothing.

Mr. Driscoll?

I saw her face!

I want the police!

Neya, please... tell us
where the diamonds are.

Search me again.

Everyone there
has agreed to meet

in the Salle d'Armes
at 5:00 today

or Mr. Driscoll will
go to the police.

You must come immediately.

Why didn't Mr. Driscoll
challenge Miss Tormic

on the spot?

Because he was naked.

He'd just come
from the shower bath.

He is too fat

even to be seen at the
risk of losing diamonds?

He says he is modest, but he
is not nearly as fat as you are.

I wouldn't expect him to be.

You say Miss Tormic...
did not steal the diamonds.

That is what I say.

She never did.

How long have you
known my daughter?

All my life.

I heard about you...
about your... your name.

About my deplorable
intransigence,

as you no doubt see it?

Pah!

Do the rats still gather crumbs
from under the Donevitch table?

Are you Donevitch?

No.

What is your real name, then?

What does my name matter?

Don't you understand that I
am telling you about Neya,

about your daughter?

Does it help her
for you to sit there

and sneer?

I'm late, Miss Lovchen.

Mr. Goodwin will escort you

to the Miltan studio.

He will see Miss Tormic.

If this girl

has the right to bear my
name, I reject the possibility

that she stole diamonds
from a man's coat.

Start from that.

Um, sir? Yes.

I think you'd better pay me off.

For what?

For my job. I'm resigning.

Rubbish.

No, really... you told the G-man

you were never married

and yet you have a daughter.

I'm no prude,
but I have to think

of what my mother would say.

Don't jabber. She was
an orphan; I adopted her.

That's a great story
but it's transparent.

Now, there are limits to what...

Yes?!

So I should get going, I
guess, to Miltan's studio.

Yes.

Your first concern will be the
rumpus about the diamonds.

The second will be that paper.

Up to a point,

the gathering at Miltan's
studio was a fun game

of diamonds, diamonds,
who's got the diamonds?

First we flushed Neya
Tormic from the locker room.

She had a real quality,
both in mind and matter,

but she was a queer
combination of don't-touch-me

and come-hither.

Right now it was
all come-hither.

Neya.

This is Neya Tormic.

Archie Goodwin.

Mr. Goodwin is an
associate of Nero Wolfe's.

Let's walk.

You can do something

about this awful
lie that man tells?

A liar like that,

in my country we would
know how to deal with him.

Why are you alone?

Why did not my father come?

He doesn't go out for anybody.

I am his adopted daughter.

So I understand.

But you've been in
New York for four months

and he's listed in
the phone book.

He abandoned me.

Yes, yes, uh,
let's skip all that.

What were you doing

in the men's locker room?

I wasn't there.

I was giving a
lesson to Mr. Ludlow.

Him.

Neya.

Miltan wants us in
the Salle d'Armes,

this ridiculous affair.

Mr. Ludlow, Neya
says she was with you

from 4:00 on.

Really, Goodwin,

all I know about
you is your name.

Miss Tormic engaged

Nero Wolfe.

I'm his assistant.

Wolfe? Well, that
ought to do it, then.

So she was with
you continuously?

Can't very well call the
lady a liar now, can I?

It was all so
loony, it dazed me.

Here Neya had someone

she could wheedle into
being a class-A witness

with an alibi for her

and she didn't even bother
to toss him a suggestion.

Mr. Goodwin.

Everyone...

I want to introduce you...

Carla filled me in on
the persona dramatis.

Miltan was next to a
runt, and acting harassed.

Despite her haute
couture, Jeanne, his wife,

looked like she could
wear a babushka

and lead a bear to church.

Then there was a chinless
wonder named Rudolf Faber.

He'd been dancing with
Belinda Reade from 4:00 to 5:00.

Belinda, a baby
doll in a silk dress,

was currently making
eyes at Duncan Barrett,

son of John Barrett of
Barrett and deRussy,

a name I'd heard not long ago

in connection with
Bosnian forests.

There were others, but the
standout was Madame Zorka.

She looked like the picture
in my mother's old Bible

of the dame who
cut off Samson's hair.

Ladies and gentlemen,
if you please,

Mr. Ludlow has something
that he wishes to tell us all.

Thank you, Miltan.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is the same suit
I had on yesterday.

Notice anything
peculiar about it?

Is that the material

almost the same to the one
Mr. Driscoll was wearing?

A coincidence? Yes.

But it explains why,

when Miss Tormic went to
my locker to get cigarettes

from my coat, Driscoll
thought the coat was his own.

So!

She was there!

Yes.

But fiddling with my
coat, not Driscoll's.

This was Ludlow's
second alibi for Neya.

She didn't look thankful;
she looked puzzled.

Well, Mr. Driscoll,

we are waiting for you.

This is my lawyer, Mr. Thompson.

Which is Miss Tormic?

Her.

Miss Tormic, when
Mr. Driscoll left home yesterday,

he took with him a pillbox
containing diamonds

which he wished to
have set into a brooch.

His secretary arranged

that the diamonds
be taken to his jeweler,

which is where they are now.

Mr. Driscoll made

a dreadful,
unfounded accusation.

That is why I insisted that
Mr. Driscoll come down here

and apologize to Miss Tormic
in the presence of all of you.

I apologize.

I'm damn sorry.

I like this place, Miltan.

I've been overweight for years

and this is the only
thing I... I can do to sweat

that's any fun.

I want us all to
be friends again.

Miss Lovchen, will
you be my friend?

Will you fence with
me? Right now?

Of course she will!

Of course, of course.

All right, everybody,
we fence, we go.

Come, come, let's go.

That was a very good show.

Thank you for coming.

Now I will say good-bye.

I go to fence with Mr. Ludlow.

Uh, did you know
that your eyes glitter?

My eyes?

Yes.

They always glitter.

Ah.

Any message for your father?

I think not now, no.

You ought to run up
and say hello sometime.

Maybe someday.

Perhaps.

Au revoir.

You say she seemed... bored.

Do you mean to imply
that she was stupid?

Oh, no.

She may be complicated,
but she is not stupid.

You were there on two matters.

What of the second concern?

Not a light, not a glimmer.

Are you there?

Yes.

I want to see M...
uh, Miss Tormic.

I want to see her.

Bring her here.

I hated that trick.

I knew Neya was
fencing with Ludlow,

so I decided to do some
snooping while I waited.

Diamonds, diamonds,
who's got the diamonds?

I didn't believe Ludlow's story,

and it had me curious.

I have met Nero Wolfe.

At dinner with Marko Vuckic.

Wolfe is a remarkable man.

Yeah, well, I know of at least
one guy who'd agree with you.

Only one?

At least one: Nero Wolfe.

Ah.

A joke.

Nikola!

The col de mort!

It's not here. Did
you remove it?

I did not.

Are you sure...

It's the only thing missing.

What is a "culdymore"?

It's nothing.

A mere curiosity.

You see, the épée
is blunt for the sport.

But one time in Paris,

a man wanted to
kill another man,

so he made a little sharp thing

to fit on the end and...

"Thrust in quarte."

It strikes the heart...

but only theoretically.

But that time in Paris,
it was not theory.

The newspapers gave it a name:

"Col de mort."

Mort... for death.

Col, the collar.

It fits the épée like a collar.

Mmm.

Col de mort, yes, yes.

Uh, a very curious curiosity,

and interestingly,
I'm a detect...

Miltan!

Mr. Miltan!

Miltan was a kangaroo.

I couldn't have
caught him for a purse.

Everybody back! Back!

He's dead!

Of course he is dead.

The col de mort...

Oh, don't do that.

It's not there.

It can't be.

It wouldn't go through

without the col de mort!

Well, I can't help
that... It's not there.

Now, everybody back
down to Miltan's office!

Nobody leaves the building!

Hold it. No, Jeanne,
you call the police.

Come on, help me guard the door.

Out, fools! Get out!

Zorka, Zorka, Zorka!

Please calm down...

I saw a dead body...

Arthur! Arthur!

Come over here,
Arthur, please, right now!

All right, you got to
answer a question,

and your life may depend
on a straight answer.

Did you kill that man?

No.

Did you?

No, but I must tell you...

No, there's no time
to tell me anything.

Is there another
way out of here?

Up there.

Yeah? Go.

Go quick. Go.

Archie Goodwin, from
Nero Wolfe's office.

Miltan and the others
are just inside there, see?

Now, two floors
up is a corpse...

Out of the way, Goodwin!

Scram!

Once I got to the door,

I was tempted to keep
on going and call Wolfe.

But once out, I might not
be able to get back in again,

and as I said, I was curious.

Behind the towels,
there's this big robe.

Please bring it over
to Zorka, please.

She's freezing...

I was making myself unobtrusive

until the homicide squad
arrived and the real fun began,

when all of a sudden...

You see, I was born neat,

and I don't go around
with flaps pushed in.

Besides, the pocket
had been empty.

And where were you at the time?

Hey!

Grab that guy!

Where you going?

Get him!

I saw him!

Come back!

Where'd he go?

You were right there inside,

and... and you
deliberately ran away?

When I hung up my coat,
the pocket was empty.

Now, unless somebody
mistook it for a wastebasket...

What was in it?

Well, I decided it
would be more fun

to look at it with you.

Let's see.

Now... that, I believe,

is called a col de mort,
French for "collar of death."

It's a curiosity...

Confound you, Archie!

I doubt I need to point out

the bloodstains on the glove,

or that the glove
is a woman's glove,

or that if I had stayed there
and this had been found

inside my jacket...

Sir?

Yes.

Turn out the lights in the hall.

Do not answer the door.

If the phone rings,
take it in the kitchen.

Mr. Goodwin is out and
I am not to be disturbed.

Fritz!

Do we still have

that loaf of Italian bread?

Yes, I'm quite sure we do.

Okay.

Now, I want you to
use the chocolate icing...

Cover it.

Dispose of these bread scraps.

Keep it in the refrigerator.

Yeah, it's wonderful
how your mind works.

I would have just
put it in my drawer.

But a loaf of bread,
it's just much more, uh...

picturesque...

Picayune, uh...

Would I have brought it here

if there was the slightest
chance somebody knew I had it?

This is a complete
waste of chocolate.

The person who
put it there knows.

Tell me: from the
minute you got there

till when you left.

Omit nothing.

And so I did.

And, uh, I, uh...

was given a sort of tour...

Your assistant,

knowing the rules, grabs a
ladder in the rear courtyard,

climbs the fence, pretends
he's looking for his wife's cat,

falls off the fence

and then runs through the
restaurant on the other side

calling "Here, Kitty, Kitty."

It's a delayed cerebral process,

but unfortunately,
I am used to it.

It's bughouse!

And Goodwin,
he's a lot of things,

but he ain't bughouse!

No, no.

Not quite.

Let's cut across it, Mr. Cramer.

What happened to make
Archie feel compelled

to communicate
with me promptly was

that while he was
guarding the door,

he was approached
by Miss Tormic,

and she wanted to know

if I would represent her.

He accepted, and I,
uh... I'm committed.

You're telling me...

that Goodwin accepted
a murder case for you?

I come here in a
spirit of cooperation

and this is what I get?

Nuts!

Nero Wolfe's office.

Archie Goodwin speaking.

Uh, yes, as a matter
of fact, he is right here.

It's for you, Inspector.

Yeah!

Yeah.

Yeah, hi... hi, Commissioner...

Yeah, but I...

All right, all right.

God...

Cheese and rice!

Ooh!

Jeez!

God... Ooh!

Mr. Cramer.

Yeah.

Will you have a beer?

No!

Uh... thank you.

But maybe I should.

You know, I don't have
to bother solving this case.

Three federals have blown in.

Anybody might suppose
that a murder in Manhattan

is the business of
the homicide squad...

Which I happen to be head...

But who am I,
compared to the FBI?

Well, Inspector,

a G-man represents
all the American people.

Shut up!

I wish the FBI'd give you a
job and send you to Alaska.

I'd recommend you personally.

You know, on top of all that,

this guy Ludlow
turns out to be a...

An English subject.

Uh, the consul just
called the commissioner.

Yes?

Do you mean to say
that the British Consul

recognized Ludlow's
name from news reports

and called the commissioner
at home at night?

Well, this Ludlow
must have been here

on some very important business.

Oh, I hate these
foreign mix-ups.

Give me an American
murder, an American motive.

Mr. Cramer.

May I make a suggestion?

Yeah.

I think it would be unprofitable

for you to question me.

I think it would be
better if I questioned you.

Yeah.

Wonderful idea.

Thank you.

Have you made any arrests?

Have you arrested anyone?

No.

Have you found an
adequate motive?

No.

Any indications

from fingerprints,
photographs, blabbing objects?

No. No prints.

And something is missing...
Called a "culdymore."

Col de mort.

I can't even pronounce
the murder weapon.

You don't suppose...

he took it as a
souvenir, do you?

Well, if he did, Mr. Cramer,

I shall see to it that it
is handed over to you

as soon as we're
finished with it.

Now, to continue.

How many suspects have you?

Well, first and foremost,

the one who was
fencing with him:

your client, Neya Tormic.

Well, I'd expect that.

What about the others?

Well, there was
the Lovchen girl.

She was fencing with Driscoll.

You're terrible.

But they quit early.

Madame Zorka was
waltzing with Rudolph Faber,

and this Faber guy
turns out to be important,

because he sees Neya Tormic

leave the third floor
in the fencing salon.

And then Neya Tormic and Faber,

they go down to the second floor

and they have a
couple of smokes.

Barrett joins them there.

And they see Ludlow
come out the third-floor door

and tell them that he's
going to keep practicing

with the dummy.

And they're all still there

when the porter goes
up to the third floor

and discovers the body.

Well, my client
seems to be wrapped

in a mantle of innocence.

Yeah, but Faber gives her
an alibi and he gets an alibi.

What if he was really
arranging one for himself?

Well, that's an old
trick, but still a good one.

This Faber, like Ludlow, is he

a confidential government
agent, and who for?

Germany... the cons...

Aw, nuts! Nuts!

How did you know about Ludlow?

Mere conjecture, but thank you

for confirming it.

You know, it does seem as if

we are dealing here with a case

of the German eagle
clawing the British lion.

It's a case of a human being
murdering a human being.

Oh.

Oh, Mr. Cramer,

it seems as if one of your
suspects has just arrived.

Which one?

Mr. Rudolph Faber.

You see, I really do like
to cooperate with the police

when I can.

I would like to meet

with Mr. Faber in private.

He may have been a chinless
wonder, but his nerve was okay.

This is a hell of
a time of night

for a complete stranger
to be dropping in,

even on Nero Wolfe.

He didn't shrink from Cramer.

He just halted in a manner

that should have
made his heels click.

Your escape from Miltan's
was quite entertaining.

But how did you evade the
police in the basement, bribe a cop?

Well, you should write me

special delivery,

and I'll refer the question
to my secretary's secretary.

Hmm.

Instruct your subordinate

to answer the questions
that are put to him, please.

Apparently Mr. Goodwin
doesn't like you.

There's no discipline in
this country, Mr. Wolfe.

I wouldn't say that.

We submit to traffic
cops and sanitary codes.

We are extremely
fond of certain liberties.

As for disciplining
Mr. Goodwin, don't try it;

you'd soon get sick of the job.

May I?

Yes, of course.

I came here to satisfy myself

as to your intentions
regarding Miss Neya Tormic.

What requires satisfaction?

Your curiosity?

I have interests, and you
may find it quite profitable

to help me advance them.

I know your
reputation, Mr. Wolfe.

You want money.

I like money.

I use a lot of it.

What would I have
to do to earn it?

This affair requires
great discretion.

Can you satisfy me
that you are not an agent

of the policeman
who was just here?

Can you satisfy me

that your interest
coincides with my client's?

Send your assistant
from the room, please.

Well, I knew what
kind of reception

that suggestion always got.

But then my grin froze.

Yes, of course.

Archie, leave us!

Please.

Oh, Archie,

we promised to phone Mr. Green.

You may do so

from Mr. Brenner's room.

Uh-huh.

She is involved in something...

Aha! Four masters:

Padapar, Korlovsk, Alibab and
the Larousse Gastronomique

all agree that fennel is used
in bouillabaisse marseillaise

and I will tell him so!

Shh... keep it down.

The hole is open; they're
right inside the office.

Oh! Good case?

Case, hell... this is world war.

Yes?

Goodwin here.

Green wants to see you.

Confound him anyway.

I'll come there.

Excuse me a moment.

I'm sorry, Mr. Faber.

I have to go out on business.

If you want to meet
with me, come tomorrow.

Chinless scoundrel.

Never trust a
man without a chin.

He was going for United
Yugoslavia, Archie!

Did you see him?

Yup.

He had his fingers on it

when you walked in there.

I don't like this
Donevitch paper

and I don't like having
this object in my refrigerator

disguised as a cake!

We must either
find out who used it

or turn it over to
Inspector Cramer.

Neither prospect pleases me.

Since when do you work
without a paying client?

I did adopt the girl.

You don't even know if it's her.

Yes, but I intend to find out.

That's why I wanted
you to bring her here.

You didn't do it.

Well, boil my bones.

Am I to infer that
you are insinuating

that I should have
lugged her along with me

through the basement?

Ah, no, no... You're
being aggravating,

and by God, you're good at it.

Now, should I go
get Neya right now?

Yes.

If she is who she says she
is, I have a responsibility.

It was at that moment
that I decided...

never, under any circumstances,

to adopt a daughter.

Nero Wolfe's office,
Archie Goodwin speaking.

This is Madame Zorka.

Oh, what happened this
afternoon is so terrible.

I tell the police everything.

Except one little thing.

And that one little thing,
are you going to tell me?

No, I cannot tell anyone.

And the one little
thing was a bombshell:

She had Neya putting
something in my coat.

I persuaded her to see me
before she saw the police.

All right, well, say 20 minutes.

How will that do?

All right.

Ah, now, should I go get
Neya or go see Zorka?

Neither; be quiet.

It's time to cooperate

with Inspector Cramer.

Have him send his minions

to collect Madame
Zorka and Miss Tormic

and have them come
here for a conference.

I had no idea what he was
up to, but then I'm not a genius.

I did turn out to be
right about one thing:

it was a waste of chocolate.

Well, hello, Sergeant.

The other one coupled on?

Yeah, you know,
it's late, Stebbins.

You must be hungry.

Please come in.

Why don't you go to the kitchen

and Fritz'll make you

a nice sandwich of pork
tenderloin and onion grass.

I really...

No, no, no, really,

my poor dear fellow.

This is merely a conference.

Cramer will be here soon.

Please, right this way.

Onion grass, huh?

I was afraid Wolfe
might be skittish,

confronted with two
Montenegrin females at once.

But he stood up and
greeted them like a man.

You are Nero Wolfe.

Of course, I haven't
seen you since I was three.

I can't be expected to
throw my arms around you.

No, indeed.

Please.

You sent a policeman
to bring me here.

I don't understand.

Have you told Inspector Cramer
I'm your adopted daughter?

No, Miss Tormic.

For the present, it is desirable

that I not be suspected
of so intimate a prejudice.

That must be Inspector Cramer

with Madame Zorka.

Zorka?

Zorka skipped and
she took her suitcase.

You sent one of my men
up there on a run-around.

Please, Inspector Cramer.

I do not make a game of
"run, sheep, run" out of murder.

Madame Zorka phoned us

and told us that she had seen
Miss Tormic put something

into Mr. Goodwin's pocket.

Oh, so that's why
you took a powder.

He was unaware of this.

I bet.

When he went to
investigate further,

he did, indeed, find
something there.

But he didn't take it out.

We felt that it
might be preferable

to have you have
a first look at it.

Archie, your coat.

Your object, Inspector.

All right.

You!

Did you put that in
Goodwin's pocket?

Yes.

Stebbins!

Just a moment, Inspector.

You may be put under
arrest as a material witness.

If you say anything at all
now, it had better be the truth.

There's no reason why
I shouldn't tell the truth.

I left my robe in
the locker room

and didn't put it on until
the police were coming.

I put my hand in the pocket
and felt a fencing glove.

I knew I didn't put it there, so
I put it in Mr. Goodwin's coat.

Thanks a lot.

Take notes.

Did you kill Percy Ludlow?

No.

But you admit that you
concealed evidence?

Is that wrong?

Hell...

No.

Oh, my goodness, no.

I thought Mr. Goodwin
would turn it over to you.

Well, you thought wrong.

Mr. Goodwin jumped the fence,

and ran home to papa

and said, "Oh,
look what I found!"

Mr. Cramer, you cannot
possibly establish that as a fact,

so why do you keep
on harping on it?

Madame Zorka phoned us

and we contacted
you immediately.

Because you had to!

May I point out

that you owe your possession

of these two objects to us?

And you owe the knowledge

by which the murderer
disposed of them

to the courageous
candor of my client.

Oh, your client, your client!

Why do you always have
to have a damn client?

I knew what was eating Cramer:

he had never yet pinned a murder

on any man, woman or child
Nero Wolfe had accepted as a client.

Nuts!

Ah, it's dinnertime.

If you will all join me,
I'm sure you will find

Fritz's cuisine ranks
with the best of Zagreb.

I'm not hungry.

I don't eat until late.

Standing up in the kitchen,

no doubt, out of a can.

Your soul would benefit

by expanding your
cuisine, Inspector Cramer.

Stay here.

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