Out Goes She [antikvár]

CHAPTER I In Nero Wolfe's old brownstone house on West Thirty-fifth Street that Monday afternoon in June, the atmosphere was sparky. I mention it not to make an issue of Wolfe's bad habits, but because it is to the point. It was the atmosphere that got us a roomer. What had stirred it up was a comment made by Wolfe three days earlier. Each Friday morning at eleven, when he comes down to the office on the first floor from the plant rooms on the roof, Wolfe signs the salary cheques for Fritz and Theodore and me, hands me mine, and keeps the other two because he likes to deliver them personally. That morning, as he passed mine across his desk, he made a remark. " Thank you for waiting for it." My brows went up. " What's the matter? Bugs on the orchids?" " No. But I saw your bag in the hall, and I note your finery. Straining as you are to be gone, it is gracious of you to wait for this pittance, this meagre return for your excessive labours in the week nearly ended. Especially since the bank balance is at its lowest point in two years." I controlled myself. '' That deserves an answer, and here it is. As for finery, I am headed for a week-end in the country and am dressed accordingly. As for straining, I am not." I glanced at my wrist. " I have ample time to get the car and drive to Sixty-third Street to get Miss Rowan. As for pittance, right. As for excessive labours, I have had to spend most of my time recently sitting on my ass only because you have seen fit to turn 5