“How do you know it was Mr. Talbott?”
“I know it, that’s all. We all know it! Even Miss Keyes here knows it, but she’s too damn contrary to admit it.”
Wolfe swept the arc again. “Is that true? Do you all know it?”
No word. No “yes” and no “no.” No nods and no shakes.
“Then the identity of the fish is left to me. Is that understood? Mr. Broadyke?”
“Yes.”
“Mr. Safford?”
“Yes.”
“Miss Rooney?”
“Yes. Only I think it was Vic Talbott.”