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told him I’m here!”
    “No.” Wolfe was curt. “He had been to your apartment and found you gone, and had found the note you left for him—you did leave a note for him?”
    “I—yes.”
    “Finding it, and learning you had scooted, he came straight here. He wanted to hire me to find you. He told me of your approaching twenty-fifth birthday, and of the communication he received recently from your former husband, now in Venezuela, regarding a document you once signed, giving him half of your property, You did sign such a document?”
    “Yes.”
    “Wasn’t that a foolish thing to do?”
    “Yes, but I was a fool then, so naturally I was foolish.”
    “Well. When Mr. Goodwin looked at photographs of you Mr. Helmar had brought, of course he recognized you, and he managed to inform me without informing Mr. Helmar. But Mr. Helmar had already made a definite proposal. He offered to pay me ten thousand dollars and expenses if I would produce you in New York, alive and well, by the morning of June thirtieth.”
    “Produce me?” Priscilla laughed, but not merrily.
    “That was his phrase.” Wolfe leaned back and rubbed his lip with a fingertip. “The moment Mr. Goodwin recognized the photographs and informed me, I was of course in an anomalous situation. I earn a living and maintain an expensive establishment by working as a private detective. I can’t afford quixotism. When I am offered a proper fee for a legitimate job in the field I cover, I don’t refuse it. I need the money. So. A man I’ve never seen before comes and offers me ten thousand dollars to find and produce a certain object by a certaindate, and by chance—by chance alone—that object is locked in a room of my house. Is there any reason why I shouldn’t disclose it to him and collect my fee?”
    “I see,” She pressed her lips together. In a moment the tip of her tongue showed, going from left to right and back again. “That’s how it is, It was lucky he brought the photographs for Mr. Goodwin to recognize, wasn’t it?” Her eyes moved to me. “I suppose I should congratulate you, Mr. Goodwin?”
    “It’s too early to tell,” I growled. “Save it.”
    “I admit,” Wolfe told her, “that if I had accepted a commission from you, or if Mr. Goodwin, acting as my agent, had taken money from you unconditionally, I would be bound to your interest and therefore unable to consider Mr. Helmar’s offer. But there is no such bond. I am not committed to you in any way. There was no legal, professional, or ethical obstacle to prevent my disclosing you to him and demanding payment—but, confound it, there was my self-esteem. And is. I can’t do it. Also there is Mr. Goodwin. I have rebuked him for installing you and told him to get rid of you, and if I now collect ransom for you he will be impossible to live with or work with.”
    Wolfe shook his head. “So it is by no means my good fortune that you chose my house as a haven. If you had gone anywhere else, Mr. Helmar would have come to hire me to find you, I would have taken the job, and I would surely have earned the fee. If my self-esteem will not let me profit by your presence here, through chance and Mr. Goodwin, neither will my self-interest permit me to suffer loss by it—so substantial a loss—and I have two suggestions to offer—alternative suggestions. The first is simple. When you were arranging with Mr. Goodwin to stay here you told him in effect that there was no limit to the amount you would pay.Your words, as he reported them to me, were, ‘Whatever you say.’ You were speaking to him as my agent, and therefore to me. I now say ten thousand dollars.”
    She goggled at him, her brows high. “You mean I pay you ten thousand dollars?”
    “Yes. I submit this comment: I suspect that the money will come from you in any case, directly or indirectly. If, as the trustee of your property, Mr. Helmar has wide discretion, as he probably has, it is more than likely that the payment for