“None of your business!”
“Perhaps not,” Wolfe conceded. “I wouldn’t want it to be. When and where did you meet Mr. Gould?”
She shut her mouth.
“Come,” Wolfe said sharply. “Don’t irritate me beyond reason. The next time I tell Mr. Goodwin to get Mr. Cramer on the phone it won’t be a bluff.”
She swallowed. “I was clerking in a store at Richdale and he — I met him there. That was nearly two years ago, when he was working at Hewitt’s.”
“Do you mean Lewis Hewitt’s.”
“Yes, the Hewitt estate.”
“Indeed. What did he do there?”
“He was a gardener and he did some chauffeuring. Then he got fired. He always said he quit, but he got fired.”
“When was that?”