The Thin Man

17

Home, I delivered Guild's message to Nora and told her the day's news.

“I've got a message for you, too,” she said. “Gilbert Wynant dropped in and was quite disappointed at missing you. He asked me to tell you he has something of the 'utmost importance' to tell you.”

“He's probably discovered that Jorgensen has a mother fixation.”

“Do you think Jorgensen killed her?” she asked.

“I thought I knew who did it,” I said, “but it's too mixed up right now for anything but guesses.”

“And what's your guess?”

“Mimi, Jorgensen, Wynant, Nunheim, Gilbert, Dorothy, Aunt Alice, Morelli, you, me, or Guild. Maybe Studsy did it. How about shaking up a drink?”

She mixed some cocktails. I was on my second or third when she came back from answering the telephone and said: “Your friend Mimi wants to talk to you.”

I went to the telephone. “Hello, Mimi.”

“I'm awfully sorry I was so rude the other night, Nick, but I was so upset and I just simply lost my temper and made a show of myself. Please forgive me.” She ran through this very rapidly, as if anxious to get it over with.

“That's all right,” I said.

She hardly let me get my three words out before she was speaking again, but slower and more earnestly now: “Can I see you, Nick? Something horrible has happened, something—I don't know what to do, which way to turn.”

“What is it?”

“I can't tell you over the phone, but you've got to tell me what to do. I've got to have somebody's advice. Can't you come over?”

“You mean now?”

“Yes. Please.”

I said, “All right,” and went back to the living-room. “I'm going to run over and see Mimi. She says she's in a jam and needs help.”

Nora laughed. “Keep your legs crossed. She apologize to you? She did to me.”

“Yes, all in one breath. Is Dorothy home or still at Aunt Alice's?”

“Still at Auntie's, according to Gilbert. How long will you be?”

“No longer than I have to. The chances are they've copped Jorgensen and she wants to know if it can be fixed.”

“Can they do anything to him? I mean if he didn't kill the Wolf girl.”

“I suppose the old charges against him—threats by mail, attempted extortion—could be raked up.” I stopped drinking to ask Nora and myself a question: “I wonder if he and Nunheim know each other.” I thought that over, but could make nothing more than a possibility of it. “Well, I'm on my way.”