“Ah,” I said, “now you’ve got me. I give up. I’m trapped. Why does anybody notice anything?”
“Especially a nervous man like you,” he said sarcastically. “What were you doing there? Why did you come here?”
“I brought Mr. Wolfe.”
“Did he come here on a case?”
“You know damn well he didn’t. He never goes anywhere on a case. He came to look at flowers.”
“Why were you there at that particular exhibit?”
“For the same reason that other people were. To watch Miss Tracy dabble her feet in the pool.”
“Did you know Miss Tracy? Or Gould?”
“No.”
“Did you, Wolfe?”