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    O ne of Wolfe’s better performances was his handling of Perry Helmar after my disclosure that Priscilla Eads was upstairs in the south room. The problem was to get Helmar out of there reasonably soon with his conviction of his need for Wolfe’s services intact, without any commitment from us to take his job. Wolfe broke it by telling Helmar that he would sleep on it, and that if he decided to tackle it I would call at Helmar’s office at ten in the morning for further details. Of course Helmar blew up. He wanted action then and there.
    “What would you think of me,” Wolfe asked him, “if, solely on information furnished by you here and now, I accepted this case and started to work on it?”
    “What would I think? That’s what I want!”
    “Surely not,” Wolfe objected. “Surely you would be employing a jackass, I have never seen you before. Your name may be Perry Helmar, or it may be Eric Hagh; I have only your word for it. All that you have told me may be true, or none of it. I would like Mr. Goodwin to call on you at your office, and I would like him to visit your ward’s apartment and talk with her maid. I am capable of boldness, but not of temerity. Ifyou want the kind of detective who will dive in heedlessly on request from a stranger, Mr. Goodwin will give you some names and addresses.”
    Helmar was fairly stubborn and had objections and suggestions. For his identity and bona fides we could phone Richard A. Williamson. For visiting his ward’s apartment and talking with her maid, tonight would do as well as tomorrow. But according to Wolfe I couldn’t possibly be spared until morning because we were jointly considering an important problem, and the sooner Helmar left and let us do our considering, the better. Finally he went. He returned the photographs to the briefcase before tucking it under his arm, and in the hall he let me get his hat from the rack and open the door for him.
    I went back to the office but didn’t get inside. As I was stepping over the sill Wolfe barked at me, “Bring her down here!”
    I stopped. “Okay. But do I brief her?”
    “No. Bring her here.”
    I hesitated, deciding how to put it. “She’s mine, you know. My taking her up and locking her in was a gag, strictly mine. You would have tossed her out if I had consulted you. You have told me to refund her dough and get rid of her. She is mine. With the dope that Helmar has kindly furnished, you will probably be much too tough for her. I reserve the right, if and when I see fit, to go up and get her luggage and take her to the door and let her out.”
    He chuckled audibly. He doesn’t do that often, and after all the years I’ve been with him I haven’t got the chuckle tagged. It could have been anything from a gloat to an admission that I had the handle. I stood eying him for three seconds, giving him a chance to translate if he wanted it, but apparently he didn’t, so Iturned and strode to the stairs, mounted the two flights, inserted the key in the hole, turned it, and knocked, calling my name. Her voice told me to come in, and I opened the door and entered.
    She was right at home. One of the beds had been turned down, and its coverlet, neatly folded, was on the other bed. Seated at a table near a window, under a reading lamp, doing something to her nails, she was in the blue negligee and barefooted. She looked smaller than she had in the peach-colored dress, and younger.
    “I had given you up,” she said, not complaining. “In another ten minutes I’ll be in bed.”
    “I doubt it. You’ll have to get dressed. Mr. Wolfe wants you down in the office.”
    “Now?”
    “Now.”
    “Why can’t he come up here?”
    I looked at her. In that getup, to me she was a treat; to Wolfe, in his own house, she would have been an impudence. “Because there’s no chair on this floor big enough for him. I’ll wait outside.”
    I went to the hall, pulling the door to. I was not prancing or preening. True, it was I who had