The Overseas (Part 3)

16. august 2011 at 22:44 | Thalia Contostavlos
Warnings: None that I know of :)
Disclaimer: I don´t own anything, except the story (which is not much :)

………I turned from the filing cabinet. "What does the name Baird Archer mean to you?"
………Wolfe rumbled again. He remembered now. I gave him a smile.
………"Baird Archer?" Cramer's face reddened a little bit. "Bair Archer?" he repeated. I nodded.
………"Can I use your phone?" he asked, but didn't wait for my answer. By the time I nodded, he was already sitting behind my desk. I grinned at our guests that were gaping at him. "That's an example of a typical American behavior."
………Wolfe gave me a look. When no one else acknowledged me, I went to the kitchen for a glass of milk.
………"What happened, sir?" asked Fritz and put down a knife, which he was using to cut some red onions.
………"Nothing remarkable." I shrugged. "Cramer's just being his ill-behaved self."
………Fritz frowned sympathetically. "Do you want a glass of milk?"
………"I can grab it myself, Fritz, thanks." On my way out, I added: "It's better without onions."
………I didn't see him raising his knife to me, but I know, he did.
………By the time I was back in the office, Cramer was already gone and each of the British detectives held a glass of brandy. I didn't know if they helped themselves or Wolfe told them to do so, but in any case it meant less work for me.
………"Well, gentlemen, now we can finally get to the point of your visit in here. Do you have a problem, you need my help with?"
………Mr. Poirot opened his mouth to say something, but Inspector Japp was faster: "Not exactly. We've got an information that a certain woman named Dolores Dinozzo fled the British Isles and came here to visit you. We need to know what did she want and what did she tell you."
………Wolfe frowned and so did I. I remembered her very well. She was quite a specimen with her black hair, deep blue eyes and red lips. But she didn't tell us much. She came up with some unbelievable story about a man with death glare and gold earring, so she was on the other side of the door, before she could say a ´nitwit´.
………Wolfe sighed."Why do you ask about her? Is she what you call a wanted person?"
………Japp laughed: "Yes, you can say that. She is believed to be a murderess."
………I would be very surprised if my jaw didn't hit the floor at that very moment. She certainly didn't look like a criminal and I can usually tell if someone is. In my opinion, she wasn't.
………Wolfe slowly nodded and looked at me. I just shook my head. I simply didn't think she killed someone. He looked back at the Inspector. "Mr. Japp, even though we don't think that Miss Dinozzo killed anyone, I don't see a reason for not telling you what she told us." Of course, he didn't. He wasn't the one going to do the talking. He looked at me again. "Archie?"

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