“Excuse me,” I put in. “You told me Monday that nobody killed your mother. You said she died of old age. Now you say—”
“And you said,” she retorted crushingly, “that you came there just to see Ann, and here you are. Didn’t I tell you, Army or police, it’s all the same? Here you are together, and what do you do about anything? In sixty years you haven’t moved a finger to stop the hawks entering the city. What was the sense of my telling you that that crazy old woman killed my mother? What would you have done about it? How did I know she was going to kill Ann too? I only came with her because—”
“Madam!” Wolfe said in a tone that stopped her. “If you yourself are sane, you can answer a question. Did your mother tell Mrs. Chack to leave the house?”
“Yes. It was her house—”
“Did she stop paying Leon Furey for killing hawks and tell him to leave also?”
“Yes. After she got hurt—”
“Did she tell Roy Douglas she was going to tear down his pigeon loft?”
“Yes. She couldn’t bear—”
“Did she quit giving you money and forbid you to go to the Square?”
“Yes. But I didn’t—”