QUOTE : What does he want?” “To talk with you. Since you don’t like a client horning in on a case, I didn’t press him for particulars.” Thereupon Wolfe paid me a high compliment. He gazed at me with a severely suspicious eye. Obviously he suspected me of pulling a fast one—of somehow, in less than two hours, digging up Albert M. Irby and his connection with Priscilla Eads, and shanghaiing him. I didn’t mind, but I thought it well to be on record. “No, sir,” I said firmly. He grunted. “You don’t know what he wants?” “No, sir.” He tossed the book aside. “Bring him in.