Rex Stout: Triple Jeopardy

On that assumption, after further talk with them, another: that it is highly improbable that the substicould have been made, under the circumstances as lied, entirely unobserved. It would have required a ace of remarkable dexterity and uncommon luck, and not accept such a coincidence except on weighty eviC So, assuming that the substitution was made in the it, I also assume, for a test at least, that one of the i saw it and knows who did it. In short, that there was Seyewitness to the murder."

kell's mournful face did not light up with interest. His were puckered, making the droop at the corners more iced. "That may be," he conceded, "but what good I it do if he won't talk?" |fl propose to make him talk. Or her." "How?"

I Wolfe rubbed his chin with a thumb and forefinger. His moved to Mrs. Rackell and back to the husband. "This of thing," he said, "requires delicacy, discretion, and ice. I'll put it this way. I will not conspire to get a man iished for a crime he did not commit. It is true that all five those people may be Communists and therefore enemies this country, but that does not justify framing one of |em for murder. My purpose is clear and innocent--to ex the real murderer and bring him to account; and I suga devious method only because no other seems likely to i. Evidently the police, after five days on it, are up a B, and so is the FBI--if it is engaged, and you think it is. J?ivant to earn my fee, and I wouldn't mind the kudos." Packell was frowning. "I still don't know exactly what 1're suggesting."

"I know it; I've been long-winded. I didn't want you to isunderstand." Wolfe came forward in his chair and put his on the desk. "The eyewitness is obviously reluctant, suggest that you consent to provide twenty thousand dolEjpcs, to be paid only if my method succeeds. That will cover i|tty fee for the unusual service I will render and also any aordinary expense I may incur. Two things must be un

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derstood: you approve the expenditure in your interest, and the express purpose is to catch the guilty person." He upturned his palms. "There it is."

"My God. Twenty thousand." Rackell shook his head. "That's a lot of money. You mean you want a check for that amount now?"

"No. To be paid if and when earned. An oral commitment will do. Mr. Goodwin hears us and has a good memory."

Rackell opened his mouth and closed it again. He looked at his wife. He looked back at Wolfe. "Look here," he said earnestly, "maybe I'm thickheaded. It sounds to me as if what this amounts to is bribing a witness. With my money."

"Don't be a fool, Ben," his wife said sharply.

"I think you misunderstand," Wolfe told him. "To bribe is to influence corruptly by some consideration. Anyone who receives any of your money through me will get it only as an inducement to tell the truth. Influence, yes. Corrupt, surely not. As for the amount, I don't wonder that you hesitate. It's quite a sum, but I wouldn't undertake it for less."

Rackell looked at his wife again. "What did you mean, Pauline, don't be a fool?"

"I meant you'd be a fool not to do it, of course." She felt so strongly about it that her lips moved. "It was you who wanted to come to Mr. Wolfe in the first place, and now when he really wants to do something you talk about bribing. If it's the money, I have plenty of my own and I'll pay--" She stopped abruptly, tightening her lips. "I'll pay half," she said. "That's fair enough; we'll each pay half." She went to Wolfe. "Who is it, that Goheen woman?"

Wolfe ignored her. He asked Rackell, "Well, sir? How about it?"

Rackell didn't like it. He avoided his wife's gaze, but he knew it was on him, and it was pressing. He even looked at me, as if my eye might somehow help, but I was deadpan. Then he returned to Wolfe.

"All right," he said.

"You accept the proposal as I made it?"

"Yes. Only I'll pay it. I'd rather not--I'd rather pay it my28 Self. You said to be paid if and when earned. Who decides 7 whether you've earned it or not?" ; "You do. I doubt if that will be a bone to pick."

"A question my wife asked--do you know who the eyewit� �ess is?"

"Your wife was witless to ask it. If I knew would I tell you? ?Or would you want me to? Now?"

Rackell shook his head. "No, I guess not. No, I can see that it's better just to let you--" He left it hanging. "Is there ; anything else you want to say about it?"

Wolfe said there wasn't. Rackell got up and stood there as 'if he would like to say something but didn't know what. I ' arose and moved toward the door. I didn't want to be rude to I\t client who had just bought a suggestion that would cost I him twenty grand, but now that he had okayed it I had a job M0 do and I wanted to get going. I still didn't know where | Wolfe thought he was headed for, but the sooner I got started if tin my instructions the sooner I would know. They finally j/

"Well?" I demanded. "Do I proceed?" "Yes."

"It's nearly half-past six. If I offer to buy her a meal--I lht if that's the right approach." � "You know the approaches to women, I don't." "Yeah." I sat at my desk and pulled the phone to me. "If ask me this stunt you've hatched is a swell approach to a 1 to the hoosegow. For both of us." : He grunted. I started dialing a number.

tew York can have pleasant summer evenings when it wants to, and that was one of them--warm but not hot not muggy. I paid the taxi driver when he rolled to the jfb at the address on Fifty-first Street east of Lexington, got

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out, and took a look. In bright sunshine the old gray brick building would probably show signs of wear and tear, but now in twilight it wasn't too bad. Entering the vestibule, I scanned the tier of names on the wall panel. The one next to the top said devlin-berk. I pushed the button, shoved the door open when the click came, went in, glanced around for an elevator and saw none, and started to climb stairs. Three flights up a door stood open, and there waiting was Delia Devlin.

I told her hello, friendly but not profuse. She nodded, not so friendly, hugged the wall to let me pass, shut the door, and went by me to lead the way through an arch into a living room. I sent my eyes around with an expression of comradely interest. The chairs and couch were attractive and cool in summer slips. There were shelves of books. The windows were on the street, and there were three doors besides the arch, two of them standing open and one not quite closed.

She sat and invited me to. "I can't imagine," she said in a louder voice than seemed necessary, in spite of the street noises from the open windows, "what you want to ask me that's so mysterious."

Sitting, I regarded her. Only one corner lamp was on, and in the dim light she wasn't at all bad looking. With smaller ears she would have been a worthy specimen, with no glare on her.

"It's not mysterious," I protested. "As I said on the phone, it's private and confidential, that's all. Mr. Wolfe felt it would be an imposition to ask you to come to his office again, so he sent me. Miss Berk is out, is she?"

"Yes, she went to a show with a friend. Guys and Dolls."

"Fine. It's a good show. This really is confidential, Miss Devlin. So we're alone?"

"Certainly we are. What is it, anyhow?"

There were three things wrong. First, I had a hunch, and my batting average on hunches is high. Second, she was talking too loud. Third, her telling me where Carol Berk was, even naming the show, was off key.

"The reason it's so confidential," I said, "is simply that you

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ought to decide for yourself what you want to do. I doubt if I you realize what lengths other people may go to to help you decide. You say we're alone, but it wouldn't surprise me a j bit--"

I sprang up, marched across to the door that wasn't quite

(closed, thinking it the most likely, and jerked it open. Behind