“Then we have that advantage too. But consider this: if that body is buried without official identification as your uncle, your possession of your inheritance may be further delayed. Also this: you cannot claim the body and give it appropriate burial. Also this: if the police are told who the murdered man was they may be able to do a better job.”
“Would they believe — would they keep it secret until they caught him?”
“They might, but I doubt it. Possibly they would fancy the theory that you had killed him in order to hold onto half of that business, and if so your associates up there would be asked to confirm the identification. Certainly Mr. Demarest would be. That’s one reason why I shall not tell the police. Another one is that I wouldn’t tell Mr. Cramer anything whatever, after his behavior today. But you can do as you please. Do you want to tell them?”
“No.”
“Then don’t. Now.” Wolfe glanced at the clock. “Do you think you know who killed your uncle?”
Cynthia looked startled. “Why no, of course not!”
“You have no idea at all?”
“No!”
“How many people work there?”
“Right now, about two hundred.”