“Please!” Wolfe was peremptory. His glance shot from right to left and back again. “So all but one of you knew of Dr. Brady’s procuring that box of material from the stable, and all withheld the information from me. You’re hopeless. Let’s try another one, more specific. The day Miss Huddleston came here, she told me that Miss Nichols had a grievance against her, and she suspected her of sending those anonymous letters. I ask all of you — including you, Miss Nichols — what was that grievance?”
No one said a word.
“I ask you individually. Miss Nichols?”
Janet shook her head. Her voice was barely audible. “Nothing. It was nothing.”
“Mr. Huddleston?”
Daniel said promptly, “I have no idea.”
“Miss Timms?”
“I don’t know,” Maryella said, and by the way Wolfe’s eyes stayed with her an instant, I saw that he knew she was lying.
“Dr. Brady?”
“If I knew I’d tell you,” Brady said, “but I don’t.”