Рекс Стаут - The Doorbell Rang

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This is, in the considered opinion of his publishers, the finest detective story ever written by Rex Stout and therefore one of the very best ever written by anyone. As a new peak for the old master, it provides an occasion to celebrate an outstanding career, as well as a new challenge to the wits of his fans.
A very rich woman comes to Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin, claiming that she is being harassed by the FBI. She reports that agents are following her and members of her family, her wires are being tapped, and her privacy is being otherwise invaded. She demands that Wolfe help her to find relief and offers him the largest retainer he has ever seen.
Wolfe, with some hesitation, takes the case and quickly encounters a murder about which members of the FBI may know more than is apparent. He also soon finds himself in a direct encounter with FBI agents under highly questionable circumstances.
Never before has Rex Stout written a book more perfectly plotted or one with a denouement so skillfully arrived at.

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“That’s it. I should think that’s enough, Mr. Evers. If you don’t want to discuss it with me, discuss it with Mr. Wolfe himself. If you don’t know about his standing and reputation, check on it. He told me to make it clear that if you get any benefit from anything he does he would expect no payment of any kind. He isn’t looking for a client; he has one.”

He was frowning at me. “I don’t get it. The client — is it a newspaper?”

“No.”

“A magazine? Time ?”

“No.” I decided to stretch my instructions a little. “I can only tell you it’s a private citizen who thinks the FBI is getting too big for its britches.”

“I don’t believe it. And I damn well don’t like it.” He pushed a button on a slab. “Are you FBI?”

I said no and was going on, but the door opened and a woman was there, the one who had led me in, and Evers snapped at her, “See this man out, Miss Bailey. Into the elevator.”

I objected. I said that if he discussed it with Nero Wolfe the worst that could happen would be losing his contract, and evidently it was lost anyway, and if there was any chance of saving it — But the look on his face showed me it was no good, as he reached for the slab to push another button. No sale and no hope for one. I got up and walked out, with the woman tagging, and found, out in the ante-room, that it just wasn’t my day. As I entered, the elevator door opened and a man came out, and it wasn’t a stranger. Working on a case about a year ago I had had dealings with a G-man named Morrison, and there he was. Our eyes met, and then we met. As he offered a hand he spoke. “Well, well. Is Nero Wolfe using electronics now?”

I gave him a friendly grip and a grin. “Oh,” I said, “we try to keep up. We’re going to bug a certain building on Sixty-ninth Street.” I stepped to the elevator and pushed the button. “I’m getting the latest angles.”

He laughed to be polite and said he guessed they’d have to do all their talking in code. The elevator door opened, and I entered and the door slid shut. It certainly wasn’t my day. Not that it mattered much, since I had got nowhere with Evers, but it’s always bad to have the breaks going wrong, and God knows if we ever needed the breaks we did then. I was walking on hard pavement, not air, as I emerged to the sidewalk and turned uptown.

It had been more than twenty minutes, and Al had gone. There are plenty of taxis on First Avenue at that hour, and I flagged one and gave the hackie an address.

Chapter 4

At a quarter to eleven that Wednesday night, pessimistic and pooped, I mounted the stoop of the old brownstone and pushed the button. With the chain bolt on I had to be let in. When Fritz came he asked if I wanted some warmed-up curried duck, and I growled the no. I shed my hat and coat and went to the office, and there was the oversized genius at his desk, in the chair made to order for his seventh of a ton, with a bottle of beer and a glass on the tray, comfortably reading his current book, The Treasure of Our Tongue , by Lincoln Barnett. I went to my desk and whirled my chair and sat. He would look up when he finished a paragraph.

He did. He even inserted his bookmark, a thin strip of gold given him years before by a client who couldn’t afford it, and put the book down. “You have dined, of course,” he said.

“Dined, no.” I crossed my legs. “Excuse me for waving my legs around. I ate something greasy, I forget what, in a dump in the Bronx. It has been—”

“Fritz will warm the duck, and—”

“No he won’t. I told him not to. It has been by far the lousiest day I have ever had and I’ll finish it up right. I’ll report in full and go to bed tasting grease. First, the—”

“Confound it, you must eat!”

“I say no. First, the client.”

I gave it to him verbatim, and the action, including the two men in the parked car of which I had the license number. At the end I added some opinions: that (a) it would be wasting a dime to bother to check the license number, (b) Sarah Dacos could probably be crossed off, or at least filed for future reference, and (c) whatever dirt there might be under cover in the Bruner family, the lid was still on as far as the client knew. When I got up to hand him the paper Mrs. Bruner had signed he merely glanced at it and said to put it in the safe.

I also gave him the Evers thing verbatim, of course including Morrison. My only opinion on that was that I hadn’t handled it right, that I should have told him we had secret information he didn’t have and couldn’t get, and we might be able to put on pressure that would save his contract, and if we did we would expect to be paid. Of course it would have been risky, but it might have opened him up. Wolfe shook his head and said it would have made us too vulnerable. I rose and circled around his desk to the stand that held the dictionary, opened it and found what I wanted, and returned to my chair.

“Capable of being wounded,” I said. “Liable to attack or injury. That’s what ‘vulnerable’ means. It should be quite a trick to get any more vulnerable than we are now. But to finish the day. It took me all afternoon to run down Ernst Muller, who is charged with conspiring to transport stolen property across state lines and is out on bail, and he was even worse than Evers. He had the idea of slugging me, and he wasn’t alone, so I had to react, and I may have broken his arm. Then—”

“Were you hurt?”

“Only my feelings. Then, after eating the grease, I set out for Julia Fenster, who was or wasn’t framed for espionage and was tried and acquitted, and that’s how I spent the evening, all of it, trying to find her. I finally found her brother, but not her, and he’s a fish. No man ever got less out of a day. It’s a record. And those were the three we picked as the best prospects. I can’t wait to see the program you’ve planned for tomorrow. I’ll put it under my pillow.”

“It’s partly your stomach,” he said. “If not the duck, then an omelet.”

“No.”

“Caviar. There’s a fresh pound.”

“You know damn well I love caviar. I wouldn’t insult it.”

He poured beer, waited until the foam was down to half an inch, drank, licked his lips, and regarded me. “Archie. Are you trying to pester me into returning that retainer?”

“No. I know I couldn’t.”

“Then you’re twaddling. You’re quite aware that we have undertaken a job which, considered logically, is preposterous. We have both said so. It’s extremely unlikely that any of the suggestions Mr. Cohen gave us will give us a start, but it’s conceivable that one might. There’s some hit-or-miss in every operation, but this one is all hit-or-miss. We are at the mercy of the vicissitudes of fortune; we can only invite, not command. I have no program for tomorrow; it depended on today. You don’t know that today was bootless. Some prick may have stirred someone to action. Or tomorrow it may, or next week. You’re tired and hungry. Confound it, eat something!”

I shook my head. “What about tomorrow?”

“We’ll consider that in the morning. Not tonight.” He picked up his book.

I left my chair, gave it a kick, got the paper from my desk and put it in the safe, and went to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk. Fritz had gone down to bed. Realizing that what would be an insult to caviar would also be an insult to milk, I poured it back in the carton, got another glass and the bottle of Old Sandy bourbon, poured three fingers, and took a healthy swig. That took care of the grease all right, and after going to see that the back door was bolted I finished the bourbon, rinsed the glasses, went and mounted the two flights to my room, and changed into pajamas and slippers.

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