Red Box, The nwo-4

by Rex Stout

  I've seen your indignant innocence too often. I remind you of the recent occasion when I ventured to suggest that that Fox woman might be hiding in your house. I also remind you that McNair said yesterday in his will-here, I'll read it-I have informed him where it is to be found. Get it? Past tense. Sure, I know, you've told me everything McNair said yesterday afternoon, but where did he get that past tense idea before he saw you yesterday? You saw him Tuesday, too-”

  “Nonsense. Tuesday was a brief first interview-”

  “All right, I've known you to get further than that at a first interview. All right, I know I'm yelling and I'm going to keep on yelling. For once I'll be damned if I'm going to stand in line out on the sidewalk until you decide to open the doors and let us in to see the show. There's no reason in God's world why you shouldn't produce that red box right now and let me have a hand in it.

  I'm not trying to shove you off from a fee; go to it; I'm for you. But I'm the head of the Homicide Squad of the City of New York, and I'm sick and tired of you playing Godalmighty with any evidence and any clues and any facts and any witnesses-and anything you may happen to think you need for a while-nothing doing! Not this time! Not on your life!”

  Wolfe murmured mildly, “Let me know when you're through.”

  “I'm not going to be through.”

  “Yes, you are. Sooner than you think. You're playing in bad luck, Mr. Cramer. In demanding that I produce Mr. McNair's red box, you have chosen the worst possible moment for bringing up your reserves and battering down the fort. I confess that I have on occasions quibbled with you and played with double meanings, but you have never known me to tell you a direct and categorical lie.

  Never, sir. I tell you now that I have never seen Mr. McNair's red box, I have no idea where it is or was, and I have no knowledge whatever of its contents. So please don't yell at me like that.”

  Cramer was staring, with his jaw loose. Being that he was usually so masterful, he looked so remarkable with his jaw hanging that I thought it wouldn't hurt him any for me to show him how sympathetic I felt, so with my pencil in one hand and the notebook in the other, I raised them both high above my head, opened my mouth and expanded my chest, and executed a major yawn. He saw me, but he didn't throw his cigar at me, because he actually was stunned. Finally he shaped words for Wolfe:

  “You mean that straight? You haven't got it?”

  “I have not.”

  “You don't know where it is? You don't know what's in it?”

  “I do not.”

  “Then why did he say yesterday in his will he had told you where it was?”

  “He intended to. He was anticipating.”

  “He never told you?”

  Wolfe frowned. “Confound it, sir! Leave redundancy to music and cross-examinations. I am not playing you a tune, and I don't like to be badgered.”

  Ash fell from Cramer's cigar to the rug. He paid no attention to it. He muttered, “I'll be damned,” and sank back in his chair. I considered it a good spot for another yawn, but almost got startled into lockjaw in the middle of it when Cramer suddenly exploded at me savagely: “For God's sake fall in it, you clown!”

  I expostulated with him: “Good heavens, Inspector, a fellow can't help it if he has to-”

  “Shut up!” He sat and looked silly. That was about to get monotonous when he went plaintive with Wolfe: “This is a healthy smack, all right. I didn't know you had me buffaloed as bad as that. I've got so used to you having rabbits in your hat that I was taking two things for granted as a sure bet First, that the answer to this case is in that red box. Second, that you had it or knew where it was. Now you tell me number two is out. All right, I believe you. How about number one?”

  Wolfe nodded. “I would agree. A sure bet, I think, that if we had the contents of the red box we would know who tried to kill Mr. McNair a week ago Monday, and who did kill him yesterday.” Wolfe compressed his lips a moment and then added,

  “Killed him here. In my office. In my presence.”

  “Yeah. Sure.” Cramer poked his cigar in the tray. “For you that's what makes it a crime instead of a case.” He turned abruptly to me: “Would you get my office on the phone?”

  I swiveled to my desk and pulled the instrument across and dialed. I got the number, and the extension, and asked them to hold it, and vacated my chair.

  Cramer went over and got in it.

  “Burke? Cramer. Got a pad? Put this down: red leather box, don't know size or weight or old or new. Probably not very big, because the chances are it contains only papers, documents. It belonged to Boyden McNair. One: Give ten men copies of McNair's photograph and send them to all the safe deposit vaults in town.

  Find any safe deposit box he had, and as soon as it's found get a court order to open it. Send Haskins to that bird at the Midtown National that's so damn cocky.

  Two: Phone the men that are going through McNair's apartment and his place of business and tell them about the box and the one who finds it can have a day off. Three: Start all over again with McNair's friends and acquaintances and ask if they ever saw McNair have such a box and when and where and what does it look like. Ask Collinger, McNair's lawyer, too. I was so damn sure-I didn't ask him that. Four: Send another cable to Scotland and tell them to ask McNair's sister about the box. Did an answer come to the one you sent this morning?…No, hardly time. Got it?…Good. Start it quick. I'll be down pretty soon.”

  He rang off. Wolfe murmured, “Ten men…a hundred…a thousand…Really, Mr.

  Cramer, with such an outfit as that, you should catch at least ten culprits for every crime committed.”

  “Yeah. We do.” Cramer looked around. “Oh, I guess I left my hat in the hall.

  I'll let you know when we find the box, since it's your property. I may look into it first, just to make sure there's no bombs in it. I'd hate like the devil to see Goodwin here get hurt. You going to do any exploring?”

  Wolfe shook his head. “With your army of terriers scratching at every hole?

  There would be no room. I'm sorry, sir, for your disappointment here; if I knew where the red box was you would be the first to hear of it. I trust that we are still brothers-in-arms? That is to say, in this present affair?”

  “Absolutely. Pals.”

  “Good. Then I'll make one little suggestion. See that the Frosts, all of them, are acquainted with the terms of Mr. McNair's will immediately. You needn't bother about Mr. Gebert; I surmise that if the Frosts know it he soon will. You are in a better position than I am to do this without trumpets.”

  “Right. Anything else?”

  “That's all. Except that if you do find the box I wouldn't advise you to tack its contents to your bulletin board. I imagine they will need to be handled with restraint and delicacy. The person who put those coated poison tablets in die bottle of aspirin is fairly ingenious.”

  “Uh-huh. Anything else?”

  “Just better luck elsewhere than you have had here.”

  “Thanks. I'll need that all right.”

  He departed.

  Wolfe rang for beer. I went to the kitchen for a glass of milk and came back to the office with it and stood by the window and started sipping. A glance at

  Wolfe had showed me that things were at a standstill, because he was sitting up with his eyes open, turning the pages of a Richardt folder which had come in the morning mail. I shrugged negligently. After I had finished the milk I sat at my desk and sealed the envelopes containing checks, and stamped them, went to the hall for my hat and moseyed out and down to the corner to drop them in a mailbox. When I got back again Wolfe was still having recess; he had taken a laeliocattleya luminosa aurea from the vase on his desk and was lifting the anthers to look at the pollinia with his glass. But at least he hadn't started on the atlas. I sat down and observed:

  “It's a nice balmy spring day outdoors. April second. McNair's mourning day. You said yesterday it was ghoulish. Now he's a ghoul himself.”

  Wolfe muttered indif
ferently, “He is not a ghoul.”

  “Then he's inert matter.”

  “He is not inert matter. Unless he has been embalmed with uncommon thoroughness.

  The activity of decomposition is tremendous.”

  “All right, then he's a banquet. Anything you say. Might I inquire, have you turned the case over to Inspector Cramer? Should I go down and ask him for instructions?”

  No response. I waited a decent interval, then went on, 'Take this red leather box, for instance. Say Cramer finds it and opens it and learns all the things it would be fun to know, and hitches up his horse and buggy and goes and gets the murderer, with evidence. There would go the first half of your fee from

  Llewellyn. The second half is already gone, since McNair is dead and of course that heiress won't work there any more. It begins to look as if you not only had the discomfort of seeing McNair die right in front of you, you're not even going to be able to send anyone a bill for it. You've taught me to be tough in money matters. Do you realize that Doc Vollmer will charge five bucks for the call he made here yesterday? You could have him send the bill to McNair's estate, but you'd have the trouble and expense of handling it anyhow, since you're the executor without remuneration. And by the way, what about that executor stuff?

  Aren't you supposed to bustle around and do something?”

  No response.

  I said, “And besides, Cramer hasn't really got any right to the red box at all.

  Legally it's yours. But if he gets hold of it he'll plunder it, don't think he won't. Then of course you could have your lawyer write him a letter-”

  “Shut up, Archie.” Wolfe put down the glass. “You are talking twaddle. Or perhaps you aren't; do you mean business? Would you go out with your pistol and shoot all the men in Mr. Cramer's army? I see no other way to stop their search.

  And then find the red box yourself?”

  I grinned at him condescendingly. “I wouldn't do that, because I wouldn't have to. If I was the kind of man you are, I would just sit calmly in my chair with my eyes shut, and use psychology on it. Like you did with Paul Chapin, remember?

  First I would decide what the psychology of McNair was like, covering every point. Then I would say to myself, if my psychology was like that, and if I had a very important article like a red box to hide, where would I hide it? Then I would say to someone else, Archie, please go at once to such and such a place and get the red box and bring it here. That way you would get hold of it before any of Cramer's men-”

  “That will do.” Wolfe was positive but unperturbed. “I'll tolerate the goad,

  Archie, only when it is needed. In the present case I don't need that, I need facts; but I refuse to waste your energies and mine in assembling a collection of them which may be completely useless once the red box is found. As for finding it, we're obviously out of that, with Cramer's terriers at every hole.”

  He got a little acid. “I choose to remind you of what my program contemplated yesterday: supervising the cooking of a goose. Not watching a man die of poison.

  And yours for this morning: driving to Mr. Salzenbach's place at Garfield for a freshly butchered kid. Not pestering me with inanities. And for this afternoon-yes, Fritz?”

  Fritz approached. “Mr. Llewellyn Frost to see you.”

  “The devil.” Wolfe sighed. “Nothing can be done now. Archie, if you-no. After all, he's our client. Show him in.”

  Chapter Ten

  Apparently Llewellyn hadn't come this time, as he had the day before, to pull fat men out of chairs. Nor did he have his lawyer along. He looked a little squashed, and amenable, and his necktie was crooked. He told both of us good morning as if he was counting on our agreeing with him and was in need of that support, and even thanked Wolfe for inviting him to sit down. Then he sat and glanced from one to the other of us as if It was an open question whether he could remember what it was he had come for.

  Wolfe said, “You've had a shock, Mr. Frost. So have I: Mr. McNair sat in the chair you're in now when he swallowed the poison.”

  Lew Frost nodded. “I know. He died right here.”

  “He did indeed. They say that three grains have been known to kill a man in thirty seconds. Mr. McNair took five, or ten. He had convulsions almost immediately, and died within a minute. I offer you condolence. Though you and he were not on the best of terms, still you had known hirn long. Hadn't you?”

  Llewellyn nodded again. “I had known him about twelve years. We…we weren't exactly on bad terms…” He halted, and considered. “Well, I suppose we were.

  Not personal, though. I mean, I don't think we disliked each other. The fact is, it was nothing but a misunderstanding. I've learned only this morning that I was wrong in the chief thing I had against him. I thought he wanted my cousin to marry that fellow Gebert, and now I've learned that he didn't at all. He was dead against it.” Llewellyn considered again. “That…that made me think…I mean, I was all wrong about this. You see, when I came to see you Monday…and last week too…I thought I knew some things. I didn't say anything about it to you, or Mr. Goodwin here when I was telling him, because I knew I was prejudiced. I didn't want to accuse anyone. I Just wanted you to find out. And I want to say…I want to apologize. My cousin has told me she did see that box of candy, and how and where. It would have been better if she had told you all about it, I can see that. She can too. But the hell of it was I had my mind on another…another…I mean to say, I thought I knew something…”

  “I understand, sir.” Wolfe sounded impatient. “You knew that Molly Lauck was enamored of Mr. Perren Gebert. You knew that Mr. Gebert wanted to marry your cousin Helen, and you thought that Mr. McNair favored that idea. You were more than ready to suspect that the genesis of the poisoned candy was that eroto-matrimonial tangle, since you were vitally concerned in it because you wished to marry your cousin yourself.”

  Llewellyn stared at him. “Where did you get that idea?” His face began to get red, and he sputtered, “Me marry her? You're crazy! What kind of a damn fool-”

  “Please don't do that.” Wolfe wiggled a finger at him. “You should know that detectives do sometimes detect-at least some of them do. I don't say that you intended to marry your cousin, merely that you wanted to. I knew that early, in our conversation last Monday afternoon, when you told me that she is your ortho-cousin. There was no reason why so abstruse and unusual a term should have been in the forefront of your mind, as it obviously was, unless you had been so preoccupied with the idea of marrying your cousin, and so concerned as to the custom and propriety of marriage between first cousins, that you had gone into it exhaustively. It was evident that canon law and the Levitical degrees had not been enough for you; you had even ventured into anthropology. Or possibly that had not been enough for someone else-herself, her mother, your father…”

  Lew Frost blurted, his face still red, “You didn't detect that She told you.

  Yesterday…did she tell you?”

  Wolfe shook his head. “No, sir. I did detect it. Among other things. It wouldn't surprise me to know that when you called here three days ago you were fairly well convinced that either Mr McNair or Mr. Gebert had killed Molly J-.auck.

  Certainly you were in no condition to discriminate between nonsense and likelihood.”

  “I know I wasn't. But I wasn't convinced of…anything.” Llewellyn chewed at his lip. “Now, of course, I'm up a tree. This McNair business is terrible. The newspapers have started it up all over again. The police have been after us this morning-us Frosts-as if we…as if we knew something about it. And of course

  Helen is all cut up. She wanted to go to see McNair's body this morning, and had to be told that she couldn't because they were doing a post mortem, and that was pleasant. Then she wanted to come to see you, and finally I drove her down here.

  I came in first because I didn't know who might be in here. She's out front in my car. May I bring her in?”

  Wolfe grimaced. “There's nothing I can do for her, at this mo
ment. I suspect she's in no condition-”

  “She wants to see you.”

  Wolfe lifted his shoulders an inch, and dropped them. “Get her.”

  Lew Frost arose and strode out. I went along to manipulate the door. Parked at the curb was a gray coupe, and from it emerged Helen Frost. Llewellyn escorted her up the stoop and into the hall, and I must say she didn't bear much resemblance to a goddess. Her eyes were puffed up and her nose was blotchy and she looked sick. Her ortho-cousin led her on to the office, and I followed them in. She gave Wolfe a nod and seated herself in the dunce's chair, then looked at

  Llewellyn, at me, and at Wolfe, as if she wasn't sure she knew us.

  She looked at the floor, and up again. “It was right here,” she said in a dead tone. “Wasn't it? Right here.”

  Wolfe nodded. “Yes, Miss Frost. But if that is what you came here for, to shudder at the spot where your best friend died, that won't help us any.” He straightened up a little. “This is a detective bureau, not a nursery for morbidity. Yes, he died here. He swallowed the poison sitting in that chair; he staggered to his feet and tried to keep himself upright by putting his fists on my desk; he collapsed to the floor in a convulsion and died; if he were still there you could reach down and touch him without moving from your chair.”

  Helen was staring at him and not breathing; Llewellyn protested: “For God's sake, Wolfe, do you think-”

  Wolfe showed him a palm. “I think I had to sit here and watch Mr. McNair being murdered in my office. – Archie. Your notebook, please. Yesterday I told Miss

  Frost it was time something was said to her. What did I say then? Read it.”

  I got the book and flipped back the pages and found it and read it out:

  …In your conceit, you are assuming, for your youth and inexperience, a terrific responsibility. Molly Lauck died nine days ago, probably through bungling of someone's effort to kill another person. During all that time you have possessed knowledge which, handled with competence and dispatch, might do something much more important than wreak vengeance; it might save a life, and it is even possible that the life would be one worth saving. What do you-