Free And Four To Go by Rex Stout Page B

resulting intervention. Have you any comment, Miss Dickey?'
    Cramer left his chair, commanding her, 'Don't answer! I'm running this now,' but she spoke.
    'Cherry took those pieces from the wastebasket! She did it! She killed him!' She started up, but Purley had her arm and Cramer told her, moving for her, 'She didn't go there to meet a blackmailer, and you did. Look in her bag, Purley. I'll watch her.'
    Chapter 9
    CHERRY QUON WAS BACK in the red leather chair. The others had gone, and she and Wolfe and I were alone. They hadn't put cuffs on Margot Dickey, but Purley had kept hold of her arm as they crossed the threshold, with Cramer right behind. Saul Panzer, no longer in custody, had gone along by request. Mrs. Jerome and Leo had been the first to leave. Kiernan had asked Cherry if he could take her home, but Wolfe had said no, he wanted to speak with her privately, and Kiernan and Hatch had left together, which showed a fine Christmas spirit, since Hatch had made no exceptions when he said he despised all of them.
    Cherry was on the edge of the chair, spine straight, hands together in her lap. 'You didn't do it the way I said,' she chirped, without steel.
    'No,' Wolfe agreed, 'but I did it.' He was curt. 'You ignored one complication, the possibility that you had killed Bottweill yourself. I didn't, I assure you. I couldn't very well send you one of the notes from Santa Claus, under the circumstances; but if those notes had flushed no prey, if none of them had gone to the rendezvous without first notifying the police, I would have assumed that you were guilty and would have proceeded to expose you. How, I don't know; I let that wait on the event; and now that Miss Dickey has taken the bait and betrayed herself it doesn't matter.'
    Her eyes had widened. 'You really thought I might have killed Kurt?'
    'Certainly. A woman capable of trying to blackmail me to manufacture evidence of murder would be capable of anything. And, speaking of evidence, while there can be no certainty about a jury's decision when a personable young woman is on trial for murder, now that Miss Dickey is manifestly guilty you may be sure that Mr. Cramer will dig up all he can get, and there should be enough. That brings me to the point I wanted to speak about. In the quest for evidence you will all be questioned, exhaustively and repeatedly. It will-'
    'We wouldn't,' Cherry put in, 'if you had done it in the way I said. That would have been proof.'
    'I preferred my way.' Wolfe, having a point to make, was controlling himself. 'It will be an ordeal for you. They will question you at length about your talk with Bottweill yesterday morning at breakfast, wanting to know all that he said about his meeting with Miss Dickey in his office Thursday evening, and under the pressure of inquisition you might inadvertently let something slip regarding what he told you about Santa Claus. If you do they will certainly follow it up. I strongly advise you to avoid making such a slip. Even if they believe you, the identity of Santa Claus is no longer important, since they have the murderer, and if they come to me with such a tale I'll have no great difficulty dealing with it.'
    He turned a hand over. 'And in the end they probably won't believe you. They'll think you invented it for some cunning and obscure purpose-as you say, you are an Oriental-and all you would get for it would be more questions. They might even suspect that you were somehow involved in the murder itself. They are quite capable of unreasonable suspicions. So I suggest these considerations as much on your behalf as on mine. I think you will be wise to forget about Santa Claus.'
    She was eying him, straight and steady. 'I like to be wise,' she said.
    'I'm sure you do, Miss Quon.'
    'I still think you should have done it my way, but it's done now. Is that all?'
    He nodded. 'That's all.'
    She looked at me, and it took a second for me to realize that she was smiling at me. I thought it wouldn't hurt to smile