Finally Wolfe waved Pitcairn aside and asked, “What about his wife? I haven’t heard her mentioned more than twice all day. What’s she like?”
“She’s all right,” Gus said shortly. “Forget her.”
“Why, is she above reproach?”
“She’s a nice woman. She’s all right.”
“Was her accident really an accident?”
“Certainly it was. She was alone, going down the stone steps into the rose garden, and she took a tumble, that was all.”
“How much is she hurt?”
“I guess it was pretty bad, but it’s getting better now, so she can sit in a chair and walk a little. Andy’s been going up to her room every day for orders — only she don’t give orders. She discusses things.”
Wolfe nodded. “I can see you like her, but even so there’s a question. What valid evidence have you that she is incapable of carrying an object weighing a hundred and ten pounds down a flight of stairs and into the greenhouse?”
“Oh, skip it,” Gus said scornfully. “Hell, she broke her back!”