“Dr. Brady was requested to call at our office at two o’clock today but was too busy.”
Bess Huddleston went to a window and looked out and came back. “He wasn’t too busy to come and ride one of my horses,” she said tartly. “They ought to be back soon — I thought I heard them at the stable....”
“Will he come to the house?”
“He will. For cocktails.”
“Good. Mr. Wolfe told me to say that there is a remote chance there might be prints on the other letter. The one the rich man got.”
“It isn’t available.”
“Couldn’t you get it?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Has he turned it over to the police?”
“Good heavens, no!”