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  "I can save you that," Wolfe told him. "I know about it."

  "Did you enter?" O'Garro demanded.

  "Enter the contest? Good heavens, no."

  "Get on," Assa snapped.

  Hansen did so. "The deadline was February fourteenth. The answers had to be postmarked before midnight February fourteenth. There were over two million contestants, and Dahlmann had trained three hundred men and women to handle the checking and recording. When they finished they had seventy-two contestants who had identified all twenty of the women correctly. Dahlmann had more verses ready, and on March twenty-eighth he sent five of them to each of the seventy-two contestants, by airmail to those at a distance, and the answers had to be postmarked before midnight April fourth. It came out a quintuple tie. Five of them correctly identified the five new ones, and Dahlmann telephoned them and arranged for them to come to New York. They would land the first three prizes, the big three, and also two of the ten-thousand-dollar prizes. They came, and last evening he had them to dinner in a private room at the Churchill. Talbott Heery of Heery Products was there, and so were Vernon Assa and Patrick O'Garro. Dahlmann was going to give them five more verses, with a week to solve them, but a woman who lives in Los Angeles objected that she wanted to work at home and would have to take part of the week getting there, so it was arranged to stagger the deadlines for the postmarks according to how long it would take each one to get home. The meeting ended shortly before eleven o'clock, and they left and separated. Four of them, from out of town, had rooms at the Churchill. One who lives in New York, a young woman named Susan Tescher, presumably went home."

  "Get on, damn it," Assa snapped.

  "I'm making it as brief as possible, Vern. ---Dahlmann also presumably went home. He was a bachelor and lived alone in an apartment on Perry Street. A woman came at seven in the morning to get his breakfast, and when she got there this morning he was on the floor of the living room, dead. He was shot through the heart, from the back, and a cushion from a divan was used to muffle the sound. She ran and got the building superintendent, and the police were notified, and they came and went to work. You may need more facts about the murder when they're available---he was found only four hours ago---but you may not, because that's not what you're needed for. You're needed for something more urgent than murder."

  I uncrossed my legs. Something more urgent than murder called for muscles set to go.

  Hansen was leaning forward, his palms on his knees. "Here's the crux of it. No one knew the answers in that contest but Louis Dahlmann. He had written all the verses himself-the original twenty, the five to break the first tie, with seventy-two contestants, and the five to break the second tie, with five contestants. Of course the answers for the first twenty had to be known to the crew of checkers and recorders, after the deadline had passed and they started to work, but he himself checked the answers of the seventy-two who were in the first tie. With the third group, the five in the second tie, he guarded the verses themselves almost as strictly as the answers. He typed the verses personally and made only seven copies. One copy was placed in a safe deposit vault, one he kept--I'm not sure where---and the other five were given by him last evening to the five contestants at the meeting."

  "He kept it in his wallet," O'Garro said.

  Hansen ignored it. "Anyway, the point is not the verses but the answers. I speak of the answers to the last group of five verses---the others don't matter now. Of course it was merely the names of five women, with an explanation of the fitness of the verses for them. There was supposed to be only one copy in existence. It had been typed by Dahlmann on an LBA letterhead, signed by him and initialed by Buff, O'Garro, and Assa, with the answers covered so they couldn't see them, and then put in the safe deposit vault, in a sealed envelope, with five men present. So as I said, no one knew the answers but Dahlmann."

  "As far as we know," Oliver Buff put in.

  "Certainly," the lawyer agreed. "To our knowledge."

  "My God, reach the point," Assa rapped out.

  "I am. But at the meeting last evening Dahlmann did an extremely reckless thing. When he-"

  "Worse than reckless," Buff declared. "Irresponsible! Criminal!"

  "That may be a little strong. But it was certainly ill-advised. When he was ready to hand out the new group of verses he took some envelopes from his inside breast pocket, and other things came with them-other papers and his wallet. He passed the envelopes around, and then -you tell it, Pat, you were there."

  O'Garro obliged. "After he gave them the envelopes he started to return the other stuff to his pocket, then he hesitated a moment, smiled around at them, opened the wallet, took a piece of folded paper from it and held it up, and told them he wanted to make-"

  "No. Exactly what he said."

  "He said, 'I just wanted to make sure I wasn't leaving this here on the table. It's the names of the women who fit the verses I just gave you.' Then he slipped the paper back in the wallet and put it in his pocket."

  "Criminal!" Buff blurted.

  "How soon after that did the meeting end?"

  "Almost immediately. They were so anxious to take a look at the verses we couldn't have held them if we had wanted to, and we didn't."

  Hansen leaned to Wolfe. "There it is. When Dahlmann's body was found he was fully dressed, in the same clothes. Everything was in his pockets, including a roll of bills, several hundred dollars, except one thing. The wallet was gone. We want---Lippert, Buff and Assa want you to find out which one of those five people took it, and today if possible. They're in New York. Four of them were going to take planes this morning, but we stopped them by telling them that the police will have to see them." He glanced at his wrist watch. "We have appointments at the District Attorney's office, but they can wait What do you need to get started fast?"

  "Quite a little." Wolfe sighed. "Am I being engaged by the firm of Lippert, Buff and Assa? Is that correct?"

  Hansen turned his head. "Oliver?"

  "Yes," Buff said, "that's correct."

  "I charge extravagantly. The amount of the fee is left open?"

  "Yes."

  "To hell with the fee," Assa said, a noble attitude.

  "Where," Wolfe asked, "is Mr. Lippert?"

  "There is no Lippert. He died ten years ago."

  "Then he's through with perfume contests. ---You said, Mr. Hansen, that you want me to find out which of those five people took the wallet. I won't undertake it. It's too restricted. What if none of them did?"

  "For God's sake." Hansen stared. "Who else?"

  "I don't know. From what you have told me I think it highly probably it was one of them, indeed it seems almost conclusive, but I won't be bound like that. At least three others knew that paper was in the wallet: Mr. Heery, Mr. O'Garro, and Mr. Assa."

  Assa snorted with impatience. O'Garro said, "You're absolutely right. And from a booth in the Churchill I phoned Hansen and Buff and told them about it. Hansen said nothing could be done. Buff wanted me to see Dahlmann and persuade him to destroy the paper, but I talked him out of it."

  "All right," Hansen conceded, "it's immaterial anyway. Put it that the job is to find out who took the wallet and got the paper. Is that satisfactory?"

  "It is," Wolfe agreed. "It is understood that I am not engaging to expose the murderer."

  "No. I mean it's understood. That's for the police, and I must make it clear. "Nothing has been said to the police about Dahlmann's displaying that paper from his wallet last evening, and nothing is going to be said by any of us, including Mr. Heery. The paper has not been mentioned and will not be. The police will of course question the five contestants, probably they already are, and it might be thought certain that some of them will tell about the paper, but I think it doubtful. ---What you said, Pat?"

  O'Garro nodded. "I only said, from seeing them last evening, they're not fools. They're anything but fools, and there's half a million dollars at stake, not to mention the other prizes. My guess is none of them will mention it. Wh
at do you think, Vern?"

  "The same," Assa agreed, "except possibly that old hellcat, the Frazee woman. God knows what she'll say."

  "But," Hansen told Wolfe, "even if they do mention it, and the police ask us why we didn't, the answer is that we didn't think it worth mentioning because it was so obvious that Dahlmann was only joking. At least it was obvious to us, and we assumed it was to the others. If the police don't accept that, we shall nevertheless utterly reject the notion that Dahlmann had the answers to those five verses on a paper in his wallet, and the corollary that someone killed him to get it. The police are disposed to be discreet, and they often are, but a thing like that would certainly get out."

  He had slid so far forward in the red leather chair that he would certainly slide off. He went on, "You may not fully realize how desperate it is. This contest is the most spectacular promotion of the century. A million in prizes with two million contestants, and the whole country is waiting to see the winner. Naturally we have thought of calling in those verses and preparing five new ones, but that would be risky. It would be an admission that we suspect one of them has secured the answers to those verses by killing Dahlmann, implying an admission that Dahlmann had the answers in his wallet. Any one or all of the five contestants could refuse to surrender the verses on the ground that they had accepted them in good faith, and that would be a frightful mess. If LBA declined to proceed as agreed they could sue and almost certainly collect."

  He took a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. "This is a schedule of which each one of them has a copy.

  "Susan Tescher, New York City, before noon April nineteenth.

  "Carol Wheelock, Richmond, Virginia, before midnight April nineteenth.

  "Philip Younger, Chicago, Illinois, before midnight April nineteenth.

  "Harold Rollins, Burlington, Iowa, before midnight April nineteenth.

  "Gertrude Frazee, Los Angeles, California, before midnight April twentieth."

  He returned the paper to his pocket and slid back in the chair, which was a relief. "That's the postmark deadline for their answers, staggered as I said. It favors Miss Frazee, who was going to take a plane, but she held out for it. Since they're being held in New York they might agree on an extension, but what if Miss Tescher, who lives here, refused? What if she went ahead and sent in her answers before her deadline? Where would we be?"

  Wolfe grunted. "In a pickle."

  "We certainly would. There's only one possible way out, to learn who got that paper, today or tomorrow if possible, but absolutely before midnight April twentieth, the last deadline. With proof of that we'll have them licked. We can say to them, One of you---and we name him---stole the answers. That makes it impossible to proceed with those verses. Surrender them or not, as you please, but we're going to give you five new verses and new deadlines, and award the prizes on the basis of your answers to them. They'll have to take it. Under those circumstances they would have no alternative. Would they?"

  "No," Wolfe conceded. "But the one exposed as the purloiner of the answers wouldn't have much opportunity for research. He would be jailed on a charge of murder."

  "That's his lookout."

  "True. Also your guile would be disclosed. The police would know you had lied when you told them that you thought Dahlmann's display of that paper last night was only a joke."

  "That can't be helped. Anyway, they'll have the murderer."

  "True again. Also," Wolfe persisted, "you're taking an excessive risk in assuming that I will find the thief, with evidence, within a week. I may not. If I don't, you're not in a pickle, you're sunk. Before midnight April Twentieth? I have only this"-he tapped his forehead---"and Mr. Goodwin and a few men I can rely on. Whereas the police have thousands of men and vast resources and connections. I must suggest that you consider taking your problem to them just as you have brought it to me."

  "We have considered it. That wouldn't even be risky, it would be certain. By tomorrow morning it would have got out that the answers to the contest had been stolen, and it would be a national scandal, and LBA would have a black eye they might never recover from."

  Wolfe was stubborn. "I must be sure you have thought it through. Even if I get the culprit before the deadline it will likewise come out that the answers were stolen."

  "Yes, but then we will have the thief, and we'll have arranged to decide the contest in a way agreed to by everybody else concerned. A totally different situation. LBA will be admired and congratulated for dealing with a crisis promptly, boldly, and brilliantly."

  "Not by the police."

  "No. But by the advertising and business world, the press, and the American people."

  "I suppose so." Wolfe's head turned. "I would like to make sure of the decision to dodge with the police. You concur in it, Mr. Buff?"

  Buffs big red face had been getting redder, and his brow was moist. "I do," he said. "Because I have to."

  "Mr. O'Garro?"

  "Yes. We had that out before we came to you."

  "Mr. Assa?"

  "Yes. You're wasting time!"

  "No. If it were a simple matter of catching a murderer ---but it isn't. This is full of complexities, and I must know things." Wolfe turned a palm up. "For example. If I were sure that the one who took the wallet actually got the paper with the answers, that would help. But what if he didn't? What if the paper Dahlmann displayed was something else, and it was in fact a hoax, and the thief got nothing for his pains? That would make my job much more difficult and would require a completely different procedure."

  "Don't worry," O'Garro assured him. "It was the answers all right. I was there and saw him. Vern?"

  "I would say twenty to one," Assa declared. "Louis would get a kick out of showing them the paper with the answers, but just faking it, no. What do you think, Oliver?"

  "You know quite well what I think." Buff was grim. "It was strictly in character. At the age of thirty-two Louis Dahlmann was a great creative genius, and in another ten years he would have been a dominant figure in American advertising, another Lasker. That's what we all thought, didn't we? But he had that lunatic streak in him. Of course that paper was the answers; there's not the slightest doubt. After you phoned me last night, Pat, I would have gone down to his place myself, but what was the use? Even if he had destroyed the paper to humor me, after I left he could have sat down and written another one just like it, and he probably would have. But now I wish I had. Right now the future of LBA is in more danger than at any time in the thirty-eight years I've been with it. On account of him! If he were here now, alive, I tell you it would be hard for me to---" He tightened his lips and let the sentence hang.

  Wolfe went to the lawyer. "Are you also convinced, Mr. Hansen, that it was no hoax?"

  "I am."

  "Then I'll proceed on that assumption until it is disproved. I must first see the five contestants, preferably not together, even though time is pressing." He glanced up at the wall clock. "They may already be engaged with the police, but we'll try. One of you will phone and arrange for one of them to be here at twelve-thirty, and arrange also for the others-one at three, one at six, one at---"

  "Why six?" Assa demanded. "Good God, you won't need three hours!"

  "I hope not. One should be plenty. But from four to six I'll be occupied with other matters, and---"

  "There are no other matters! That's preposterous!"

  Wolfe eyed him. "Your firm hasn't hired me by the hour, Mr. Assa. My schedule isn't subject to direction. I work as I work. One of them at three o'clock, one at six, one at seven, and one at eight. You can tell them that their detention in the city has created certain problems in connection with the contest and that you would like them to confer with me as your firm's representative. You will of course not mention the paper Mr. Dahlmann displayed last evening. I'll have dinner at nine o'clock, and any time after ten-thirty you may call on me for a report."

  "I'd like to be present at the interviews," Hansen said. "But I can't at twelve-thirt
y."

  "You can't at all, sir. They're going to be ticklish enough as it is, and I may even banish Mr. Goodwin. He will have an errand, by the way. Where is the safe deposit vault in which the answers were placed?"