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irrelevant.”
    “I’m often irrelevant. It confuses people.”
    “You keep waving your legs around.”
    “That confuses them too.”
    “Pfui. You’re fidgety, and no wonder. I thought I knew you, Archie, but this is a new facet.”
    “It’s not new at all. It’s merely horse sense.”
    “No. Dog sense. You are moving your legs around because your tail is between them. This is what yousaid, in effect: I am offered a job with the largest retainer in my experience and no limit on expenses or fee, but I should decline it. I should decline it, not because it would be difficult and perhaps impossible—I have taken many jobs that seemed impossible—but because it would give offense to a certain man and his organization and he would retaliate. I decline it because I dare not take it; I would rather submit to a threat than—”
    “I didn’t say that!”
    “It was implicit. You are cowed. You are daunted. Not, I concede, without reason; the hands and voices of many highly placed men have been stayed by the same trepidation. Possibly mine would be too if it were merely a matter of declining or accepting a job. But I will not return that check for one hundred thousand dollars because I am afraid of a bully. My self-esteem won’t let me. I suggest that you take a vacation for an indefinite period. With pay; I can afford it.”
    I uncrossed my legs. “Beginning now?”
    “Yes.” He was grim.
    “These notes are in my personal code. Shall I type them?”
    “No. That would implicate you. I’ll see Mr. Cohen again.”
    I clasped my hands behind my head and eyed him. “I still say you’re cracked,” I said, “and I deny that my tail was between my legs, since they were crossed, and it would be a ball to step aside and see how you went at it without me, but after all the years in the swim with you it would be lowdown to let you sink alone. If I get daunted along the way I’ll let you know.” I picked up the torn sheets. “You want this typed?”
    “No. For our discussion you will translate as required.”
    “Right. A suggestion. The mood you’re in, do you want to declare war by phoning the client? She left her unlisted number, and of course it’s tapped. Shall I get her?”
    “Yes.”
    I got at the phone and dialed.

Chapter 3
    G oing to the kitchen before going up to bed, around midnight, to check that Fritz had bolted the back door, I was pleased to see that batter for sour-milk buckwheat cakes was there in a bowl on the range. In that situation nice crisp toast or flaky croissants would have been inadequate. So when I descended the two flights a little after nine o’clock Wednesday morning I knew I would be properly fueled. As I entered the kitchen Fritz turned up the flame under the griddle, and I told him good morning and got my orange juice from the refrigerator. Wolfe, who breakfasts in his room from a tray taken up by Fritz, had gone up to the plant rooms on the roof for his two morning hours with the orchids; I had heard the elevator as usual. As I went to the little table by the wall where I eat breakfast I asked Fritz if there was anything stirring.
    “Yes,” he said, “and you are to tell what it is.”
    “Oh, didn’t he tell you?”
    “No. He said only that the doors are to be bolted and the windows locked at all times, that I am to be—what does ‘circumspect’ mean?”
    “It means watch your step. Say nothing to anyoneon the phone that you wouldn’t want to see in the paper. When you go out, do nothing that you wouldn’t want to see on TV. For instance, girl friends. Stay away. Swear off. Suspect all strangers.”
    Fritz wouldn’t, and didn’t, talk while cakes were getting to just the right shade of brown. When they were before me, the first two, and the sausage, and were being buttered, he said, “I want to know, Archie, and I have a right to know. He said you would explain.
Bien
. I demand it.”
    I picked up the fork. “You know what the FBI is.”
    “But certainly. Mr.