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I took the carton home with me； not caring to leave its contents there even with the cabinet locked。
Chapter Nineteen
That evening after dinner Wolfe was going on with his three books。 Since there was wide variation in the number of pages it looked to me as if he was going to run into trouble when the shortest one suddenly petered out on him； unless he had foreseen the difficulty and was adjusting his installments accordingly。
After I had given him the day's report； to which he reacted the same as he had the day before； namely not at all； and after getting nothing but a grunt of indifference when I volunteered the opinion that Kerr Naylor had been read the riot act by his sister and as a result was crawling from under； I decided to take in a flat…face opera。
Ordinarily I let the movies wait when we're busy on a case； but I broke precedent that Friday evening because （a） we weren't busy…at least God knows Wolfe wasn't… and （b） I strongly doubted if it was a case。 I would have been willing to settle for nothing more homicidal than a mess of dirty internal politics on the higher levels at Naylor…Kerr； Inc。； and while that may have seemed important and even exciting to the Board of Directors and hostile camps of executives； I had to confess that I couldn't blame Wolfe for going aloof on it； since I was inclined to feel the same way。 So I let my mind go blank and enjoyed the movie up to a certain point； staying nearly to the end。 When it came to where they were preparing to wind it up right and let it out that the hero really had not put over the fake contract and cleaned up； I left in a hurry； because I had formed my own opinion of the hero from where I sat and chose to think otherwise。
Then； when I got home at half…past eleven； I found Inspector Cramer there in the office； seated in the red leather chair； talking to Wolfe。 Evidently it wasn't a very amiable conversation； for Cramer's look at me as I entered was an unfriendly glare； and； since I had done nothing to earn it； it must have been the state of his feelings toward Wolfe。
〃Where the hell have you been？〃 he demanded； as if he had me under contract or I was on the parole list。
〃It was a wonderful movie；〃 I informed them； sitting down at my desk。 〃Only two people in it have amnesia； this incredibly beautiful girl with…〃
〃Archie；〃 Wolfe snapped。 He was out of humor too。 〃Mr。 Cramer wants to ask you something。 I suppose you have seen the piece about us in this evening's Gazetee？〃
〃Sure。 It's a bum picture of you； but…〃
〃You didn't mention it to me。〃
〃Yeah； you were busy reading and anyway it wasn't worth wasting breath on。〃
〃It's an outrage！〃 Cramer rasped。 〃It's a flagrant betrayal of a client's confidence！〃
〃Nuts。〃 I had to keep my eyes on the go to meet the two glares alternately。 〃It doesn't quote me and it doesn't even say I was interviewed。 It merely says that Archie Goodwin； Nero Wolfe's brilliant lieutenant； is investigating the death of Waldo Wilmot Moore； and therefore it may be conjectured that somebody smells murder。 Except for those it mentions no names。 Since about a thousand people down at Naylor…Kerr know about it and at least one of them knows who I am and probably a lot more； you can have that word betrayal back and use it somewhere else。 Even so； Lon Cohen wouldn't have done it without getting my okay。 It was that damn Whosis； the city editor。 Whose belly aches； the client's？ Have you been promoted from homicide to patting the kittens？〃
Wolfe and Cramer started to speak both at once； and Wolfe won。 〃The piece；〃 he said； 〃does indeed apply that word； brilliant； to you； and that's all I find in it to object to。 But jVlr。 Cramer is seriously annoyed。 It seems that Mr。 O'Hara； the Deputy missioner； is also annoyed。 They want us to quit the job。〃
〃They've got a hell of a nerve；〃 I asserted。 〃Will they feed us？〃
Cramer started again to speak； but Wolfe pushed a palm at him。
〃Nothing edible；〃 Wolfe said with a grimace。 There was no joking about food with him。 〃They say the piece in the Gazetee is the opening of another campaign of criticism of the police for an unsolved murder； and that it is irresponsible because there isn't the slightest evidence that Mr。 Moore's death was anything but a hit…and…run accident。 They say that our undertaking an investigation is the only valid excuse the Gazetee can have for starting such a campaign or continuing it。 They say that either we have been gulled by the whimsicality of an eccentric man； Mr。 Kerr Naylor； or that； not gulled； we are exploiting it in order to build up for a fee。 They say that you have even gone so far as to report that Mr。 Naylor said something to you…that he knows who killed Mr。 Moore…which he never said； in the necessity to invent something that would justify our continued employment。 Does that cover it； Mr。 Cramer？〃
〃It'll do for an outline；〃 Cramer rasped。 〃I want to ask Goodwin…〃
〃If you please。〃 Wolfe was brusque。 He turned to me。 〃Archie。 If I need to tell you； I do； that I have unqualified confidence in you and am pletely satisfied with your performance in this case； as I have been in all past cases and expect to be in all future ones。 Of course you tell lies and so do I； even to clients when it seems advisable； but you would never lie to me nor I to you in a matter where mutual trust and respect are involved。 Your lack of brilliance may be regrettable but is really a triviality； and in any event two brilliant men under one roof would be intolerable。 Your senseless peccadilloes； such as your refusal to use a noiseless typewriter； are a confounded nuisance； but this idiotic accusation that you lied in that report to Mr。 Pine has put me in a different frame of mind about it。 Keep your typewriter； but for heaven's sake oil it。〃 〃Good God；〃 I protested； 〃I oil it every…〃 Cramer exploded with a word which the printer would not approve of。 〃Your goddam household squabbles will keep；〃 he said rudely。 He was at me。 〃Do you stick to it that Naylor told you he knew who killed Moore？〃
〃No； I don't；〃 I told him； 〃not to you。 To you I don't stick to anything。 This is a private investigation about a guy shooting off his mouth； and I do my reporting to Mr。 Wolfe and to our client。 Where do you e in？ You're the head of the Homicide Squad； but you say yourself that Moore's death was an accident； so it's none of your business what I stick to and what I let go of。 I don't blame you for not wanting the Gazetee to start a howl； but if you expect any cooperation from me you're not going to get it by asking me whether I stick to it that I'm not a liar。 I suppose O'Hara has been on the phone and given you a pain in the sitdown； a substitute I use out of respect for your age； but you don't need to take it out on me。〃
I spread out my palms。 〃Take it this way。 Let's suppose you're a reasonable man instead of a hothead； and you e here to ask me something in that spirit； suppose you even call me Archie。 And you tell me what you want in a friendly well…modulated tone。 What would it be？〃
〃I've already told Wolfe； and he has told you。〃 Cramer was no longer bellicose； merely firm。 〃I want you to quit stirring up a murder stink where there's no evidence and peddling stale rumors to the papers。〃
〃I didn't peddle。 I went to the Gazetee boys for information； and I got it。 As for stink…stirring； do you mean you want me to quit my job at Naylor…Kerr？〃
〃Yes。 You don't need money that bad。〃
〃I wouldn't know； I'm only the bookkeeper。 That's up to Mr。 Wolfe。 He employs me and I follow orders。〃
〃And I；〃 Wolfe put in； 〃am in turn employed by Naylor…Kerr； Inc。； through its president； Mr。 Pine。 I am inclined to think that in hiring me he and his fellow executives had certain special undeclared purposes in mind。 Their nature is not known to me； but I have no reason to suppose them to be criminal or unethical； and they may even be praiseworthy。 Why don't you ask Mr。 Pine about it？ Have you talked to him？〃
〃The Deputy missioner has。〃 Cramer had got out a cigar and was threatening his teeth with it。 〃This afternoon。 I understand it was mostly about Goodwin lying about what Naylor had said to him。 I don't suppose the
