 Once in a long while, Mr. Wolfe and I talk about this affair. When we do, we call it the case of the lost heir. But I don't think the title's quite adequate. For me, it ought to be called the case of the gone goose. And I was the goose. Well, Archie, do you see any red on red or black on black? No. So? So what? You irritate me, Archie. Okay, you won your little game of solitaire perfectly, as you say.