https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Orchids
When Wolfe came down from the plant rooms at six P.M. Monday and entered the office, I reported:
“I saw them. It was impossible to snitch a sample.”
He grunted, lowering himself into his chair. “I didn’t ask you to.”
“Who said you did, but you expected me to. There are three of them in a glass case and the guard has his feet glued.”
“What color are they?”
“They’re not black.”
“Black flowers are never black. What color are they?”
“Well.” I considered. “Say you take a piece of coal. Not anthracite. Cannel coal.”
“That’s black.”
“Wait a minute. Spread on it a thin coating of open kettle molasses. That’s it.”
“Pfui. You haven’t the faintest notion what it would look like. Neither have I.”
“I’ll go buy a piece of coal and we’ll try it.”
“No. Is the labellum uniform?”
I nodded. “Molasses on coal. The labellum is large, not as large as aurea, about like truffautiana. Cepals lanceolate. Throat tinged with orange—”
“Any sign of wilting?”
“No.”
“Go back tomorrow and look for wilting on the edges of the petals. You know it, the typical wilting after pollination. I want to know if they’ve been pollinated.”
So I went up there again Tuesday after lunch. That evening at six I added a few details to my description and reported no sign of wilting.
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