“For nearly a year. I left there — let’s see — about three months ago. I have a little apartment on East Forty-ninth Street.”
“Then you know the others too? Mr. Meegan and Mr. Chaffee and Mr. Aland?”
“I know Ross Chaffee and Jerry Aland, but no Meegan. Who’s he?”
“A tenant at twenty-nine Arbor Street. Second floor.”
She nodded. “Well, sure, that’s the floor I had.” She smiled. “I hope they fixed that damn table for him. That was one reason I left. I hate furnished apartments, don’t you?”
Wolfe made a face. “In principle, yes. I take it you now have your own furniture. Supplied by Mr. Kampf?”
She laughed — more of a chuckle — and her eyes danced. “I see you didn’t know Phil Kampf.”
“Not supplied by him, then?”
“A great big no.”
“By Mr. Chaffee? Or Mr. Aland?”