Rex Stout - When a Man Murders…

Thats just it, she declared, trying to keep her voice steady. Were not actually married.

My brows went up. Many a time, seated there at my desk in Nero Wolfes office, I have put the eye on a female visitor to estimate how many sound reasons she might offer why a wedding ring would be a good buy, but usually I dont bother with those who are already hitched, so my survey of this specimen had been purely professional, especially since her husband was along. Now, however, I changed focus. She would unquestionably grade high, after allowing for the crease in her forehead, the redness around her eyes, and the tension of her jaw muscles, tightening her lips. Making such allowances was nothing new for me, since most of the callers at that office are in trouble, seldom trivial.

Wolfe, who had just come down from the plant rooms in the roof and got his impressive bulk settled in his oversized chair behind his desk, glared at her. But you told Mr. Goodwin he began, stopped, and turned to me. Archie?

I nodded. Yes, sir. A man on the phone said his name was Paul Aubry, and he and his wife wanted to come to see you as soon as possible, and I told him six oclock. I didnt tell him to bring their marriage certificate.

We have one, she said, but its no good. She twisted her head around and up. Tell him, Paul.

She was in the red leather chair near the end of Wolfes desk. It is roomy, with big arms, and Paul Aubry was perched on one of them, with an arm extended along the top of the back. I had offered him one of the yellow chairs, which are perfectly adequate, but apparently he preferred to stick closer to his wife, if any.

Its one hell of a mess! he blurted.

He wasnt red-eyed, but there was evidence that he was sharing the trouble. His hand on top of the chair-back was tightened into a fist, his fairly well-arranged face was grim, and his broad shoulders seemed to be hunched in readiness to meet an attack. He bent his head to meet her upward look.

Dont you want to tell him? he asked.

She shook her head. No, you. She put out a hand to touch his knee and then jerked it away.

His eyes went to Wolfe. We were married six months ago six months and four days but now were not married, according to the law. Were not married because my wife, Caroline He paused to look down at her, and, his train of thought interrupted, reached to take her hand, but it moved, and he didnt get it.

He stood up, squared his shoulders, faced Wolfe, and spoke faster and louder. Four years ago she married a man named Sidney Karnow. A year later he enlisted in the Army and was sent to Korea. A few months later she was officially informed that he was dead killed in action. A year after that I met her and fell in love with her and asked her to marry me, but she wouldnt until two years had passed since Karnow died, and then she did. Three weeks ago Karnow turned up alive he phoned his lawyer here from San Francisco and last week he got his Army discharge, and Sunday, day before yesterday, he came to New York.

Aubry hunched his shoulders like Jack Dempsey ready to move in. Im not giving her up, he told the world. I will not give her up!

Wolfe grunted. Its fifteen million to one, Mr. Aubry.

What do you mean, fifteen million?

The People of the State of New York. Theyre lined up against you, officially at least, Im one of them. Why in heavens name did you come to me? You should have cleared out with her days ago Turkey, Australia, Burma, anywhere if she was willing. It may not be too late if you hurry. Bon voyage.

Aubry stood a moment, took a deep breath, turned and went to the yellow chair I had placed, and sat. Becoming aware that his fists were clenched, he opened them, cupped his hands on his knees, and looked at Caroline. He lifted a hand and let it fall back to his knee. I cant touch you, he said.

No, she said. Not while no.

Okay, you tell him. He might think I was bulling it. You tell him.

She shook her head. He can ask me. Im right here. Go ahead.

He went to Wolfe. Its like this. Karnow was an only child, and his parents are both dead, and he inherited a pile, nearly two million dollars. He left a will giving half of it to my to Caroline, and the other half to some relatives, an aunt and a couple of cousins. His lawyer had the will. After notice of his death came it took several months to get the will probated and the estate distributed, on account of special formalities in a case like that. Carolines share was a little over nine hundred thousand dollars, and she had it when I met her, and was living on the income. All I had was a job selling automobiles, making around a hundred and fifty a week, but it was her I fell in love with, not the million, just for your information. When we got married it was her idea that I ought to buy an agency, but Im not saying I fought it. I shopped around and we bought a good one at a bargain, and

What kind of agency?

Automobile. Aubrys tone implied that that was the only kind of agency worth mentioning. Brandon and Hiawatha. It took nearly half of Carolines capital to swing it, but in the past three months weve cleared over twenty thousand after taxes, and the future was looking rosy when this happened. I was figuring but to hell with that, thats sunk. This proposition we want to offer Karnow, its not my idea and its not Carolines, its ours. It just came out of all our talking and talking after we heard Karnow was alive. Last week we went to Karnows lawyer, Jim Beebe, to get him to propose it to Karnow, but we couldnt persuade him. He said he knew Karnow too well he was in college with him and he knew Karnow wouldnt even listen to it. So we decided

What was the proposal?

We thought it was a fair offer. We offered to turn it all over to him, the half-million Caroline has left, and the agency, the whole works, if he would consent to a divorce. Also I would continue to run the agency if he wanted to hire me. Also Caroline would ask for no settlement and no alimony.

It was my idea, she said.

It was ours, he insisted.

Wolfe was frowning at them. My brows were up again. Evidently he really was in love with her and not the dough, and Im all for true love up to a point. As for her, my attitude flopped back to the purely professional. Granting that she was set to ditch her lawful husband, if she felt that her Paul was worth a million bucks to her it would have taken too much time and energy to try to talk her out of it. Cocking an eye at his earnest phiz, which was passable, but no pin-up, I would have said that she was overpricing him.

He was going on. So when Beebe wouldnt do it and we learned that Karnow had come to New York, we decided I would see him myself and put it up to him. We only decided that last night. I had some business appointments this morning, and this afternoon I went to his hotel hes at the Churchill and went up to his room. I didnt phone ahead because Ive never seen him, and I wanted to see him before I spoke with him. I wanted a look at him.

Aubry stopped to rub a palm across his forehead, pressing hard. When his hand dropped to his thigh it became a fist again. One trouble, he said, was that I wasnt absolutely sure what I was going to say. The main proposition, that was all right, but there were two other things in my mind. The agency is incorporated, and half of the stock is in Carolines name and half in mine. Well, I could tell him that if he didnt take the offer I would hang on to my half and fight for it, but I hadnt decided whether to or not. The other thing, I could tell him that Caroline is pregnant. It wouldnt have been true, and I guess I wouldnt have said it, but it was in my mind. Anyhow it doesnt matter because I didnt see him.