She smiled back. “Would you like to know what I think?”
“Sure.”
“I think that if you were capable of selling secrets you learned in Wolfe’s office he would have known it long ago and would have thrown you out.”
“I said I had some bad luck.”
“Not that bad. I’m not a sap either. Of course you’re right about one thing — that is, Mr. Wolfe is — I would like very much to know what Mrs. Fromm consulted him about. Naturally. I wonder what would actually happen if I scraped up the money and handed it over?”
“There’s an easy way of finding out.”
“Perhaps there’s an easier one. I could go to Mr. Wolfe and ask him.”
“I’d call you a liar.”
She nodded. “Yes, I suppose you would. He couldn’t very well admit he had sent you with such an offer.”
“Especially if he didn’t.”