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behavior by the guests? Any strange guests?”
    “My turn to laugh, Toby,” Rathbone laughed. “They were as unlikely a group to gather as Moriarty’s band. Hughes had some idea of starting a coalition of patriots to support his plans for military tooling up. He has a rather boyish charm about him when he wants to, and who knows when I might be working in a movie for him? The Grustwalds were particularly nervous, though. They were tense and while appearing most effusive about Hughes’ ideas, I would say they were the least interested. Their minds were elsewhere. I’m certain Hughes sensed this as well. The Army major was obviously drunk most of the night, despite his attempts to hide it. He functioned as a yes-man that evening for Hughes who, I would guess, found the man a mistake. Let’s see. Most of the talking was done by Norma Forney, a rather caustic woman who writes for Twentieth, I believe. She was the most aggressive person at the gathering and also the least secure. She was witty, defensive and made me most uneasy—almost as uneasy as her escort, Mr. Siegel, whom she introduced as a businessman. I think I’ve seen him before but I can’t put my finger on where. He seemed delighted to be there and worked hard at controlling a life-long lower-class New York accent. Our dress was as varied as our backgrounds. I wore tweeds quite similar to these, Hughes a suit too big for him and Siegel and Gurstwald tuxedoes. Hughes had neglected to tell us what to wear. I saw little of the servants other than a Japanese butler who seemed so conspicuously disinterested in all of us that I decided he was either feeble minded or very interested. Since something happened soon after dinner, presumably the problem which brings you here, Hughes never made his appeal to us. He was obviously distraught, had lost interest in his original idea, and sent us packing. That is about all I can say.”
    “It’s a start,” I said. “Anything else?”
    “We, the guests that is, had pheasant and champagne. Hughes ate a salad and ice cream. He also sat further away from us than we were to each other, leading me to believe that Mr. Hughes has some aversion to people and tolerates them rather than likes them. I rather had the impression that he thought we were unclean and that he didn’t want a great deal of contact with us, which leads me to conclude that he is a precise man. I’d be inclined to take note if a man like that told me something was wrong.”
    I got up, said thanks and Rathbone walked me down the hall toward the lobby.
    “Toby,” he said quietly as we shook hands in front of Clarise and Whannel, “I’m not sure I could be of any help to you, but I’d appreciate it if you’d let me come along with you on some of your investigation. Several reasons. If there is a security issue, I’m interested. I tried to enlist in the British army last year, but they turned me down, too old. Imagine that. I can outduel a twenty-year old. It would also give me some insight, as the resident Holmes, into how a real detective functions.”
    “Sure,” I said, loud enough for Clarise to regain her confidence. “I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”
    Rathbone left me and walked back down the hall. I nodded to Whannel and touched the tip of my hat to Clarise. I hadn’t shaken the depression Anne and my back had hit me with. Instead of heading home, I caught the late show at the Hawaiian. Citizen Kane didn’t make me feel any better about myself so I stopped for a hot dog at a Pig ’n Whistle and went home to bed.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    O n Tuesday morning, I shaved and finished off half a box of Shredded Ralston while Tom Mix’s picture on the box cheered me on. I tried to look like Orson Welles in the breakfast scene in Citizen Kane , but it was no go with Shredded Ralston. I gave up impressions and I listened to the radio while I got dressed. My back felt better.
    I tried not to pay attention to the war news. The rest of the news was a