Gwenn was face down on the bed and Madeline was seated on the edge.
“Do you have to bark at her now?” Madeline demanded.
“I’ll try not to bark. But I do have to speak to her — all of you.”
Gwenn was sitting up. “I’m all right,” she said. “I heard every word. Dad hired you again, to — oh, my God.” She hadn’t been crying, which was a blessing since it would have demoralized Wolfe, but she looked fairly ragged. “Go ahead,” she said.
“You know,” Wolfe told them curtly, “what the situation is. I must first have a straight answer to this: have any of you repeated the conversation we had in the library, or any part of it, to anyone?”
They all said no.
“This is important. You’re sure?”
“Connie was—” Jimmy had to clear his throat. “Connie was asking questions. She was curious.” He looked unhappy.
“What did you tell her?”
“Oh, just — nothing much.”