Fer-de-Lance (Nero Wolfe, #1)

by Rex Stout

“What you are getting is a free but valuable lesson,” Wolfe said. “You are young and can use it. Since I entered this room you have made nothing but mistakes. You were without courtesy, which was offensive. You made a statement contrary to fact, which was stupid. You confused conjecture with knowledge, which was disingenuous. Would you like me to explain what you should have done? My motives are entirely friendly.” O’Grady was blinking. “I don’t charge you with motives—” “Good. Of course you had no way of knowing how ill-advised it was to imply that I made a journey to Carlo Maffei’s room; unfamiliar with my habits, you were not aware that I would not undertake that enterprise though a Cattleya Dowiana aurea were to be the reward. Certainly not for some papers and—as you say—things. Archie Goodwin,” a finger circled in my direction, “doesn’t mind that sort of thing, so he went. What you should have done was this. First, answered me when I wished you good morning. Second, made your request courteous, complete, and correct as to fact. Third—though this was less essential—you might as a matter of professional civility have briefly informed me that the body of the murdered Carlo Maffei has been found and identified and that the assistance of these papers is required in the attempt to discover the assassin. Don’t you agree with me that that would have been better, Mr. O’Grady?”