The blonde nodded. “Something like that. Then Molly took a piece and I took a piece—”
“Please.” Wolfe wiggled a finger at her. “You were holding the box?”
“Yes. Molly had handed it to me.”
“Miss Frost didn’t have it in her hands at all?”
“No, I told you, she said she didn’t want any. She didn’t even look at it.”
“And you and Miss Lauck each took a piece—”
“Yes. I took candied pineapple. It was a mixture; chocolates, bonbons, nuts, candied fruits, everything. I ate it. Molly put her piece in her mouth, all of it, and after she bit into it she said — she said it was strong—”
“Words, please.”
“Well, she said, let’s see: ‘My God, it’s 200 proof, but not so bad, I can take it.’ She made a face, but she chewed it and swallowed it. Then... well... you wouldn’t believe how quick it was—”
“I’ll try to. Tell me.”