“It might. I make no commitment.” Wolfe wasn’t eager.
“You wouldn’t. As for Miss Lowell, she has not been scratched. It is said that Getz learned she was chiseling on royalties from makers of Dazzle Dan products and intended to hang it on her. That could have been big money.”
“Any names or dates?”
“None that are repeatable. By me. Yet.”
“Any evidence?”
“I haven’t seen any.”
Wolfe grunted. “Mr. Hildebrand. If so, why?”
“That’s shorter and sadder. He has told friends about it. He has been with Koven for eight years and was told last week he could leave at the end of the month, and he blamed it on Getz. He might or might not get another job at his age.”
Wolfe nodded. “Mr. Jordan?”
Lon hesitated. “This I don’t like, but others are talking, so why not us? They say Jordan has painted some pictures, modern stuff, and twice he has tried to get a gallery to show them, two different galleries, and both times Getz has somehow kiboshed it. This has names and dates, but whether because Getz was born a louse or whether he wanted to keep Jordan—”