Wolfe’s eyes left her. “Miss Nichols?”
Janet shook her head.
“I won’t repeat it. I’m saying to you what I said to Miss Timms.”
“I know you are.” Janet swallowed and went on in a thin voice, “I can’t tell you anything, honestly I can’t.”
“Not even who tried to kill you? You have no idea who tried to kill you this morning?”
“No — I haven’t. That’s what frightened me so much. I don’t know who it was.”
Wolfe grunted, and turned to Larry. “Mr. Huddleston?”
“I don’t know a damn thing,” Larry said gruffly.
“You don’t. Dr. Brady?”
“It seems to me,” Brady said coolly, “that you stopped before you were through. You said you know who murdered Miss Huddleston. If—”