I had a brow up. "What did your mother do for-no, that's immaterial. She made enough to send you to an expensive college. Unless someone helped?"

"No. She did it all. You were going to ask what she did for a living. She was with a television producer, the same one from as far back as I can remember. I suppose she got fifteen thousand a year, maybe more. She never told me." The quick brown eyes were straight at me. "If I paid Nero Wolfe the two thousand dollars he would have you work on it, wouldn't he?"

I shook my head. "He wouldn't even discuss it. He would know it might take a year, and he thinks nothing of billing a client five grand for a one-week job. You said you know about him, but apparently you don't. He's pigheaded and high-nosed and toplofty, and he thinks he's the best detective in the world, and so do I, or I would have moved out long ago. I think you deserve some help with your problem, and you certainly need it, and I like your dimples, but if I told him about you and suggested an appointment he would just glare at me. He would think I had a hinge loose. I do have one idea that you might want to consider. Miss Rowan likes to do things for people, and she has a stack, and if you-"

"Don't you dare tell her about me!"

"Keep your seat. I wouldn't dream of telling her, or anyone. I merely thought you might tell her yourself, and-"

"I wouldn't tell anybody!"

"Okay, I won't either. Your eyes have a fine flash." I regarded her. "Look, Miss Denovo. I'm shutting the door only because I have to. Myself, I would like to tackle it because it would probably have some interesting angles and twists and it would be nice to have a client it is a pleasure to look at. Besides, there would be the possibility of having to deal with a murder. When you hear about-"