“All right,” he said, and stuck the check in his pocket, and sat down on a chair, shaking his head and looking thoughtful.
“Now,” Bess turned to me, “what about it?”
“Nothing to brag about,” I told her. “There’s a slew of fingerprints on that letter and envelope, but since you discussed it with your brother and nephew and the girls and Dr. Brady, I suppose they all handled it. Did they?”
“Yes.”
I shrugged. “So. Maryella showed Mr. Wolfe how to make corned beef hash. The secret is chitlins. Aside from that, nothing to report. Except that Janet knows that you think she’s it. Also she wanted that picture.”
“What picture?”
“The snapshot of her you told me to throw in the wastebasket. It caught her eye and she wanted it. Is there any objection to her having it?”
“Certainly not.”
“Is there anything you want to say about it? That might help?”
“No, that picture has nothing to do with it. I mean that wouldn’t help you any.”