Rex Stout - Too Many Clients

When he had got deposited in the red leather chair I went to my desk, whirled my chair to face him, sat, and regarded him politely but without enthusiasm. It was only partly that his $39.95 suit didnt fit and needed pressing and his $3.00 shirt was on its second or third day; it was more him than his clothes. There was nothing wrong with his long bony face and broad forehead, but he simply didnt have the air of a man who might make a sizable contribution to Nero Wolfes bank balance.

Which at that moment, that Monday afternoon in early May, was down to $14,194.62, after deducting the checks I had just drawn and put on Wolfes desk for him to sign. That may look fairly respectable, but. What with the weekly wages of Theodore Horstmann, the orchid valet, Fritz Brenner, chef and house steward, and me, the handy man; and with grocery bills, including such items as the fresh caviar which Wolfe sometimes stirred into his coddled eggs at breakfast; and with the various needs of the orchids in the plant rooms up on the roof of the old brownstone, not to mention new additions to the collection; and with this and that and these and those, the minimum monthly outgo of that establishment averaged more than five grand. Also, the June 15 income-tax installment would be due in five weeks. So, with no prospect of a fat fee in sight, it was beginning to look as if a trip to the safe-deposit box might be called for before the Fourth of July.

Therefore, when the doorbell had rung and, going to the hall for a look through the one-way glass of the front door, I had seen an adult male stranger with no sample case, it had seemed fitting to open the door wide and give him a cordial eye. He had said, This is Nero Wolfes house, isnt it? and I had said yes but Mr. Wolfe wouldnt be available until six oclock, and he had said, I know, hes up in the plant rooms from four to six, but I want to see Archie Goodwin. Youre Mr. Goodwin? I had admitted it and asked him what about, and he had said he wanted to consult me professionally. By then I had sized him up, or thought I had, and it didnt look very promising, but time could be wasted with him as well as without him, so I had taken him to the office. Another point against him was that he had no hat. Ninety-eight per cent of men who can pay big fees wear hats.

Leaning back in the red leather chair with his chin lowered and his intelligent gray eyes aimed at me, he spoke. Ill have to tell you who I am, of course.

I shook my head. Not unless its material.

It is. He crossed his legs. The tops of his socks, gray with little red dots, were down nearly to his shoes. Else there was no use coming. I want to consult you in the strictest confidence.

I nodded. Naturally. But this is Nero Wolfes office, and I work for him. If you get a bill it will be from him.

I know. Apparently that was a triviality. His eyes were intelligent. I expect a bill and Ill pay it. I can speak in assured confidence?

Certainly. Unless youre loaded with something too heavy for me to hold, like murder or treason.

He smiled. Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. Treason doth never prosper. I am loaded with neither. None of my crimes is statutory. Then in confidence, Mr. Goodwin, my name is Yeager, Thomas G. Yeager. You may possibly have seen or heard it, though I am no celebrity. I live at Three-forty East Sixty-eighth Street. My firm, of which I am executive vice-president, is Continental Plastic Products, with offices in the Empire State Building.

I did not blink. Continental Plastic Products might be a giant with three or four floors, or it might have two small rooms with the only phone on the executive vice-presidents desk. Even so, I knew that block of East 68th Street, and it was no slum, far from it. This character might wear a $39.95 suit because he didnt give a damn and didnt have to. I know a chairman of the board of a billion-dollar corporation, one of the 2 per cent, who never gets his shoes shined and shaves three times a week.

I had my notebook and was writing in it. Yeager was saying, My phone number is not listed. Its Chisholm five, three-two-three-two. I came at a time when I knew Wolfe would be busy, to see you, because theres no point in explaining it to him since he would merely assign you to it. I think I am being followed, and I want to make sure, and if I am I want to know who is following me.

Thats kindergarten stuff. I tossed the notebook on my desk. Any reputable agency will handle that for you at ten dollars an hour. Mr. Wolfe has a different approach to the fee question.

I know he has. Thats unimportant. He waved it away. But its vitally important to find out if Im being followed, and quickly, and especially who it is. What agency at ten dollars an hour would have a man as good as you?

Thats not the point. Even if Im only half as good as I think I am it would still be a pity to waste me on spotting a tail. And what if theres no tail to spot? How long would it take to convince you? Say ten days, twelve hours a day, at a hundred dollars an hour. Twelve thousand bucks plus expenses. Even if you

It wouldnt be ten days. He had lifted his chin. Im sure it wouldnt. And it wouldnt be twelve hours a day. If youll let me explain, Mr. Goodwin. I think I am being followed only at certain times, or that I will be. Specifically, I suspect that I shall be followed when I leave my house this evening at seven oclock to go crosstown, across the park, to an address on Eighty-second Street. One-fifty-six West Eighty-second Street. Perhaps the best plan would be for you to be at my house when I leave, but of course I shall leave the tactics to you. I dont want to be followed to that address. I dont want it known that I have any connection with it. If I am not followed, that would end it for today, and I would call on you again only when I intend to go there again.

When would that be?

I cant say definitely. Possibly later in the week, perhaps some day next week. I could notify you a day in advance.

How will you go, your car or a taxi?

Taxi.

Which is more important to you, not to be followed to that address, or to know whether youre followed or not, or to identify the tail if you have one?

Theyre all important.

Well. I screwed my lips. I admit its a little special. I mentioned a hundred dollars an hour, but thats for routine. The shoe would have to fit the foot, with Mr. Wolfe doing the fitting and you the footing.

He smiled. There will be no difficulty about that. Then Ill expect you around seven. A little before?

Probably. I got my notebook. Will the tail be someone you know?

I dont know. It might be.

Man or woman?

I couldnt say. I dont know.

An operative or a do-it-yourself?

I dont know. It could be either.

Spotting him will be simple. Then what? If hes an operative I might recognize him, but that wouldnt help much. Of course I can pull him off whether I recognize him or not, but I cant squeeze his clients name out of him.

But you can pull him off?

Sure. How much would the clients name be worth to you? It might come high.

I dont think... He hesitated. I dont believe I would care to do that.

That didnt seem to fit, but I skipped it. If its someone on his own, of course Ill pull him off, and what else? Do you want him to know hes been spotted?

He considered it for three seconds. I think not. Better not, I think.

Then I cant snap a picture of him. I can only give you a description.

That will suffice.

Okay. I dropped the notebook on my desk. Your address on Sixty-eighth Street, thats not an apartment building, is it?

No, its a house. My house.

Then I shouldnt enter it and I shouldnt get too near it. If its an operative he would probably recognize me. This is how it will be. At seven oclock on the dot you will leave the house, walk to Second Avenue dont cross it and turn left. About thirty paces from the corner is a lunchroom, and in front