Talk:Gambit
Archie Goodwin, chapter 1, page 14 (Collins Crime Club: 1963)
“My memory is so good I’m practically a freak -”
Chapter 4, page 52
“Come, Fritz,” Wolfe said. “Take Archie’s chair. Your memory may not match his, but it will serve.”
“Yes, sir.” As Fritz moved he winked at me, and as I passed him I winked back.
Chapter 6, page 67
It’s more satisfactory to report a lot of conversation in the presence of someone who was in on it, just as a kid named Archie, years ago out in Ohio, got a bigger kick climbing to the top of a tree if a girl was there watching. Or fifteen or twenty girls.
Chapter 6, page 76
“Unh,” Wolfe said. “We’ll discuss it at lunch. There has been a development. Did Archie tell- ” He stopped short. He had thoughtlessly allowed himself to speak familiarly to a woman. He corrected it. “Did Mr Goodwin tell you that a policeman has been here? Inspector Cramer?”
Chapter 10, page 127
“Yes. Must you stay?”
“Oh, no. I’m staying because I like it here. Tell Fritz I may be there for breakfast and I may not.”
I hung up and took a couple of seconds to shake my head at the phone with my lips tight. Must I stay. Only a genius could ask such a damn fool question.
Alarm call, chapter 11, page 127
A couple of electricians had installed a juke box inside my skull, and they were still there, testing it to see how many selections it could play simultaneously. About a dozen, apparently, judging from the noise. Also they were jumping up and down to find out how much vibration it could stand. Or maybe it wasn’t a juke box, it was a band, and they were all jumping up and down.
Chapter 11, page 130
Wolfe’s shoulders went up an eighth of an inch. “As you please I would return it.”
“When?”
“As soon as Mr Goodwin makes a copy of it.”
Cramer looked at me. Apparently he decided that I would probably eat it, for he shook his head and said, “I’ll read it.”
