“Two younger sisters. In college.”
“Have you any other relatives that you see or correspond with frequently?”
Bernard looked at Cynthia. “Do you want me to go on with this autobiography?”
“She has no opinion in the matter,” Wolfe said curtly, “because she doesn’t know what I’m after. You may or may not have guessed. But can you object that my questions are offensive?”
“No, they’re only silly.”
“Then humor me — or humor Miss Nieder through me. Any other relatives that you see or correspond with frequently?”
“None whatever.”
“I’m about through. I won’t name any names, because the only ones I know are already eliminated. For help in making important decisions, manifestly it is not Mr. Demarest you turn to, since he has had to rationalize the change he has noticed in you. Nor Miss Zarella nor Mr. Roper, since their attitude toward Mr. Groodwin’s invitation to come here this evening had no effect on yours. I’ll have to put it in general terms: is there a banker, or lawyer, or friend, or any other person or persons, on whose judgment you frequently rely for guidance in your business? Anyone at all?”
“No special person. I discuss things with people, naturally — including Mr. Demarest—”
“Ha! Not Mr. Demarest. He has noticed a change in you. This is your last chance, Mr. Daumery, to drag somebody in.”