She nodded. “Very.”
“You find it hard to resist them when offered?”
“Sometimes, yes.”
“Monday afternoon you had been working hard? You were tired? You had had a short and unsatisfactory lunch?”
She was tolerating it. “Yes.”
“Then, when Miss Lauck offered you caramels, why didn’t you take one?”
“She didn’t offer me caramels. There weren’t any in that—” She stopped. She glanced aside, at her cousin, and then put her eyes at Wolfe again. “That is, I didn’t suppose—”
“Suppose?” Wolfe’s voice suddenly softened. “Miss Mitchell couldn’t remember what was on the lid of that box. Can you, Miss Frost?”
“No. I don’t know.”
“Miss Mitchell has said that you didn’t handle the box. You were at the mirror, fixing your hair; you didn’t even look at it. Is that correct?”