Rex Stout - The Rubber Band (Nero Wolfe Mysteries)

I turned the lock and let the door come as far as the chain.

Lieutenant Rowcliff called through: Well! Were not ants. Come on, open up.

I said: Take it easy. Im just the messenger boy.

Yeah? Heres the message. He unfolded a paper he had in his hand. Having seen a search warrant before, I didnt need a magnifying glass. I looked through the crack at it.

Rowcliff said: What are you waiting for? Do you want me to count ten?

THE RUBBER BAND

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AND BE A VILLAIN
AND FOUR TO GO
CHAMPAGNE FOR ONE
CURTAINS FOR THREE
DEATH OF A DOXY
DEATH OF A DUDE
DEATH TIMES THREE
A FAMILY AFFAIR
THE FATHER HUNT
FER-DE-LANCE
THE FINAL DEDUCTION
GAMBIT
IN THE BEST FAMILIES
MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD
MURDER BY THE BOOK
PLOT IT YOURSELF
PRISONERS BASE
THE RED BOX
A RIGHT TO DIE
SECOND CONFESSION
SOME BURIED CAESAR
THREE DOORS TO DEATH
THREE FOR THE CHAIR
THREE MEN OUT
THREE WITNESSES
TOO MANY CLIENTS
TOO MANY WOMEN
TRIO FOR BLUNT INSTRUMENTS

I THREW down the magazine section of the Sunday Times and yawned. I looked at Nero Wolfe and yawned again. Is this bird, S. J. Woolf, any relation of yours?

Wolfe, letting fly with a dart and getting a king of clubs, paid no attention to me. I went on:

I suppose not, since he spells it different. The reason I ask, an idea just raced madly into my bean. Why wouldnt it be good for business if this S. J. Woolf did a picture of you and an article for the Times? God knows youre full of material. I took time out to grin, considering Wolfes size in the gross or physical aspect, and left the grin on as Wolfe grunted, stooping to pick up a dart he had dropped.

I resumed. You couldnt beat it for publicity, and as for class its Mount Everest. This guy Woolf only hits the high spots. Ive been reading his pieces for years, and theres been Einstein and the Prince of Wales and Babe Ruth and three Presidents of the United States (O say, can you see very little in the White House) and the King of Siam and similar grandeur. His idea seems to be, champions only. That seems to let you in, and strange as it may appear, Im not kidding, I really mean it. Among our extended circle there must be a couple of eminent gazabos that know him and would slip him the notion.

Wolfe still paid no attention to me. As a matter of fact, I didnt expect him to, since he was busy taking exercise. He had recently got the impression that he weighed too muchwhich was about the same as if the Atlantic Ocean formed the opinion that it was too wetand so had added a new item to his daily routine. Since he only went outdoors for things like earthquakes and holocausts, he was rarely guilty of movement except when he was up on the roof with Horstmann and the orchids, from nine to eleven in the morning and four to six in the afternoon, and there was no provision there for pole vaulting. Hence the new apparatus for a daily workout, which was a beaut. It was scheduled from 3:45 to 4:00 P. M. There was a board about two feet square, faced with cork, with a large circle marked on it, and 26 radii and a smaller inner circle, outlined with fine wire, divided the circles area into 52 sections. Each section had its symbol painted on it, and together they made up a deck of cards; the bulls-eye, a small disk in the corner, was the Joker. There was also a supply of darts, cute little things about four inches long and weighing a couple of ounces, made of wood and feathers with a metal needle-point. The idea was to hang the board up on the wall, stand off 10 or 15 feet, hurl five darts at it and make a poker hand, with the Joker wild. Then you went and pulled the darts out, and hurled them over again. Then you went and pulled

Obviously, it was pretty darned exciting. What I mean to convey is, it would have been a swell game for a little girls kindergarten class; no self-respecting boy over six months of age would have wasted much time with it. Since my only excuse for writing this is to relate the facts of one of Nero Wolfes cases, and since I take that trouble only where murder was involved, it may be supposed that I tell about that poker-dart game because later on one of the darts was dipped in poison and used to pink a guy with. Nothing doing. No one ever suffered any injury from those darts that I know of, except me. Over a period of two months Nero Wolfe nicked me for a little worse than eighty-five bucks, playing draw with the Joker and deuces wild, at two bits a go. There was no chance of getting any real accuracy with it, it was mostly luck.

Anyhow, when Wolfe decided he weighed too much, that was what he got. He called the darts javelins. When I found my losses were approaching the century point I decided to stop humoring him, and quit the thing cold, telling him that my doctor had warned me against athletes heart. Wolfe kept on with his exercise, and by now, this Sunday Im telling about, he had got so he could stick the Joker twice out of five shots.

I said, It would be a good number. You rate it. You admit yourself that youre a genius. It would get us a lot of new clients. We could take on a permanent staff

One of the darts slipped out of Wolfes handful, dropped to the floor, and rolled to my feet. Wolfe stood and looked at me. I knew what he wanted, I knew he hated to stoop, but stooping was the only really violent part of that game and I figured he needed the exercise. I sat tight. Wolfe opened his eyes at me:

I have noticed Mr. Woolfs drawings. They are technically excellent.

The son of a gun was trying to bribe me to pick up his dart by pretending to be interested in what I had said. I thought to myself, all right, but youll pay for it, lets just see how long youll stand there and stay interested. I picked up the magazine section and opened it to the article, and observed briskly:

This is one of his best. Have you seen it? Its about some Englishman thats over here on a government missionwaitit tells here

I found it and read aloud: It is not known whether the Marquis of Clivers is empowered to discuss military and naval arrangements in the Far East; all that has been disclosed is his intention to make a final disposition of the question of spheres of economic influence. That is why, after a week of conferences in Washington with the Departments of State and Commerce, he has come to New York for an indefinite stay to consult with financial and industrial leaders. More and more clearly it is being realized in government circles that the only satisfactory and permanent basis for peace in the Orient is the removal of the present causes of economic friction.

I nodded at Wolfe. You get it? Spheres of economic influence. The same thing that bothered Al Capone and Dutch Schultz. Look where economic friction landed them.

Wolfe nodded back. Thank you, Archie. Thank you very much for explaining it to me. Now if you

I hurried in: Wait, it gets lots more interesting than that. I glanced down the page. In the picture he looks like a ruler of menyou know, like a master barber or a head waiter, you know the type. It goes on to tell how much he knows about spheres and influences, and his record in the warhe commanded a brigade and he got decorated four timesa noble lord and all prettied up with decorations like a store frontI say three cheers and let us drink to the King, gentlemen! You understand, sir, Im just summarizing.