“No.”
“Have you for any reason, evidential or speculative, excluded any of these people from suspicion?”
“No.”
Boyle cut in from the couch. “How long do you intend to let this go on, Inspector?”
“You could have stopped it before it started,” Wolfe said dryly. “But here’s a comment. It is close to unbelievable that Lewent was killed where he was found. From such a blow he died instantly, and surely it was not struck in that narrow passage, particularly since it was moving upward at the moment of impact. With no sign of any struggle, with no displacement of the rug even, I can’t believe that such a blow could be struck—”
“Skip it,” Cramer growled. “Neither can we.”
“You think he was killed elsewhere?”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t know where?”
“No.”