“Oh…I guess so. I guess I adore it, but not too much at a time. When I get my programme and have Shepherd Clubs I'm going to work it a different way.” She frowned. “Do you think Nancylee Shepherd is a good radio name, or is Nan Shepherd better, or should I make one up? Miss Fraser's name was Oxhall, and she married a man named Koppel but he died, and when she got into radio she didn't want to use either of them and made one up.”
“Either of yours,” Wolfe said judiciously, “would be excellent. You must tell me some time how you're going to handle your clubs. Do you think Starlite has pepper in it?”
“I don't know, I never thought. It's a lot of junk mixed together. Not at all frizoo.”
“No,” Wolfe agreed, “not frizoo. What other things do you do to help out at the broadcasts?”
“Oh, just like I said.”
“Do you ever help pass the glasses and bottles around-to Miss Fraser and Mr Meadows and the guests?”
“No, I tried to once, but they wouldn't let me.”
“Where were you-the day we're talking about-while that was being done?”
Sitting on the piano bench. They want me to stay in the audience while they're on the air, but sometimes I don't.”
“Did you see who did the passing-to Mr Orchard, for instance?”
Nancylee smiled in good-fellowship. “Now you'd like to know that, wouldn't you?
But I didn't. The police asked me that about twenty million times.”
“No doubt. I ask you once. Do you ever take the bottles from the cabinet and put them in the refrigerator?”
“Sure, I often do that-or I should say I help. That's Miss Vance's job, and she can't carry them all at once, so she has to make two trips, so quite often she takes four bottles and I take three.”
“I see. I shouldn't think she would consider you a nuisance. Did you help with the bottles that Tuesday?”
“No, because I was looking at the new hat Miss Fraser had on, and I didn't see Miss Vance starting to get the bottles.”
“Then Miss Vance had to make two trips, first four bottles and then three?”
“Yes, because Miss Fraser's hat was really something for the preview. Utterly first run! It had-”
“I believe you.” Wolfe's voice sharpened a little, though perhaps only to my experienced ear. “That's right, isn't it, first four bottles and then three?”
“Yes, that's right.”
“Making a total of seven?”
“Oh, you can add!” Nancylee exclaimed delightedly. She raised her right hand with four fingers extended, then her left hand with three, and looked from one to the other. “Correct. Seven!”
“Seven,” Wolfe agreed. “I can add, and you can, but Miss Vance and Mr Meadows can't. I understand that only four bottles are required for the programme, but that they like to have extra ones in the refrigerator to provide for possible contingencies. But Miss Vance and Mr Meadows say that the total is eight bottles. You say seven. Miss Vance says that they are taken from the cabinet to the refrigerator in two lots, four and four. You say four and three.”
Wolfe leaned forward. “Miss Shepherd.” His voice cut. “You will explain to me immediately, and satisfactorily, why they say eight and you say seven. Why?”
She didn't look delighted at all. She said nothing.
“Why?” It was the crack of a whip.
“I don't know!” she blurted.
I had both eyes on her, and even from a corner of one, with the other one shut, it would have been as plain as daylight that she did know, and furthermore that she had clammed and intended to stay clammed.
“Pfui.” Wolfe wiggled a finger at her. “Apparently, Miss Shepherd, you have the crackbrained notion that whenever the fancy strikes you you can say you don't know, and I'll let it pass. You tried it about the glasses, and now this. I'll give you one minute to start telling me why the others said the customary number of bottles taken to the refrigerator is eight, and you say seven. Archie, time it.”
I looked at my wrist, and then back at Nancylee. But she merely stayed a clam.
Her face showed no sign that she was trying to make one up, or even figuring what would happen if she didn't. She was simply utterly not saying anything. I let her have an extra ten seconds, and then announced: “It's up.”
Wolfe sighed. “I’m afraid, Miss Shepherd, that you and your mother will not return to Atlantic City. Not today. It is-”
A sound of pain came from Mom-not a word, just a sound. Nancy cried: “But you promised-”
“No. I did not. Mr Goodwin did. You can have that out with him, but not until after I have given him some instructions.” Wolfe turned to me. “Archie, you will escort Miss Shepherd to the office of Inspector Cramer. Her mother may accompany you or go home, as she prefers. But first take this down, type it, and take it with you. Two carbons. A letter to Inspector Cramer.”
Wolfe leaned back, closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and in a moment began: “Regarding the murder of Cyril Orchard, I send you this information by Mr Goodwin, who is taking Miss Nancylee Shepherd to you. He will explain how Miss Shepherd was brought to New York from Atlantic City. Paragraph.
I suggest that Miss Madeline Fraser should be arrested without delay, charged with the murder of Cyril Orchard. It is obvious that the members of her staff are joined in a conspiracy. At first I assumed that their purpose was to protect her, but I am now convinced that I was wrong. At my office Tuesday evening it was ludicrously transparent that they were all deeply concerned about Miss Eraser's getting home safely, or so I then thought. I now believe that their concern was of a very different kind. Paragraph.
“That evening, here, Mr Meadows was unnecessarily explicit and explanatory when I asked him how he decided which bottles to take from the refrigerator. There were various other matters which aroused my suspicion, plainly pointing to Miss Fraser, among them their pretence that they cannot remember who placed the glass and bottle in front of Mr Orchard, which is of course ridiculous. Certainly they remember; and it is not conceivable that they would conspire unanimously to defend one of their number from exposure, unless that one were Miss Fraser. They are moved, doubtless, by varying considerations-loyalty, affection, or merely the desire to keep their jobs, which they will no longer have after Miss Fraser is arrested and disgraced-and, I hope, punished as the law provides. Paragraph.
“All this was already in my mind, but not with enough conviction to put it to you thus strongly, so I waited until I could have a talk with Miss Shepherd. I have now done that. It is plain that she too is in the conspiracy, and that leaves no doubt that it is Miss Fraser who is being shielded from exposure, since Miss Shepherd would do anything for her but nothing for any of the others.
Miss Shepherd has lied to me twice, that I am sure of, once when she said that she didn't know why the glasses that they drank from were changed, and once when she would give no explanation of her contradiction of the others regarding the number of bottles put in the refrigerator. Mr Goodwin will give you the details of that. Paragraph.
“When you have got Miss Fraser safely locked in a cell, I would suggest that in questioning her you concentrate on the changing of the glasses. That happened nearly a year ago, and therefore it seems likely that the murder of Mr Orchard was planned far in advance. This should make it easier for you, not harder, especially if you are able to persuade Miss Shepherd, by methods available to you, to tell all she knows about it. I do not-Archie”
If Nancylee had had a split personality and it had been the gungirl half of her that suddenly sprang into action, I certainly would have been caught with my fountain pen down. But she didn't pull a gat. All she did was come out of her chair like a hurricane, get to me before I could even point the pen at her, snatch the notebook and hurl it across the room, and turn to blaze away at Wolfe: “That's a lie! It's all a lie!”
“Now, Nan,” came from Mrs Shepherd, in a kind of shaky, hopeless moan.
I was on my feet at the hurricane's elbow, feeling silly. Wolfe snapped at me: “Get the notebook and we'll finish. She's hysterical. If she does it again put her in the bathroom.”
Nancylee was gripping my coat sleeve. “No!” she cried. “You're a stinker, you know you are! Changing the glasses had nothing to do with it! And I don't know why they changed them, either-you're just a stinker-”
“Stop it!” Wolfe commanded her. “Stop screaming. If you have anything to say, sit down and say it. Why did they change the glasses?”
“I don't know!”
In crossing the room for it I had to detour around Mom, and, doing so, I gave her a pat on the shoulder, but I doubt if she was aware of it. From her standpoint there was nothing left. When I got turned around again Nancylee was still standing there, and from the stiffness of her back she looked put for the day. But as I reached my desk suddenly she spoke, no screaming: “I honestly don't know why they changed the glasses, because I was just guessing, but if I tell you what I was guessing I'll have to tell you something I promised Miss Fraser I would never tell anybody.”
Wolfe nodded: “As I said. Shielding Miss Fraser.”
“I’m not shielding her! She doesn't have to be shielded!”
“Don't get hysterical again. What was it you guessed?”
“I want to phone her.”
“Of course you do. To warn her. So she can get away.”
Nancylee slapped a palm on his desk.
“Don't do that!” he thundered.
“You're such a stinker!”
“Very well. Archie, lock her in the bathroom and phone Mr Cramer to send for her.”
I stood up, but she paid no attention to me. “All right,” she said, “then I'll tell her how you made me tell, and my mother can tell her too. When they got the new glasses I didn't know why, but I noticed right away, the broadcast that day, about the bottles too. That day Miss Vance didn't take eight bottles, she only took seven. If it hadn't been for that I might not have noticed, but I did, and when they were broadcasting I saw that the bottle they gave Miss Fraser had a piece of tape on it. And every time after that it has always been seven bottles, and they always give Miss Fraser the one with tape on it. So I thought there was some connection, the new glasses and the tape on the bottle, but I was just guessing.”
“I wish you'd sit down, Miss Shepherd. I don't like tipping my head back.”
“I wouldn't care if you broke your old neck!”
“Now, Nan,” her mother moaned.
Nancylee went to the red leather chair and lowered herself on to the edge of it.
“You said,” Wolfe murmured, “that you promised Miss Fraser not to tell about this. When did you promise, recently?”
“No, a long time ago. Months ago. I was curious about the tape on the bottle, and one day I asked Miss Vance about it, and afterwards Miss Fraser told me it was something very personal to her and she made me promise never to tell. Twice since then she has asked me if I was keeping the promise and I told her I was and I always would. And now here I am! But you saying she should be arrested for murder…just because I said it I didn't know…”
“I gave other reasons.”
“But she won't be arrested now, will she? The way I've explained?”
“We'll see. Probably not.” Wolfe sounded comforting. “No one has ever told you what the tape is on the bottle for?”
