“No matter when you left it would have been the same if your wife had acted the same. She discovered the body.”
“By accident!”
“May I say something, Homer?” the wife put in.
“It depends on what you say.”
“Oh,” Cramer said significantly.
“What do you mean, oh?” Carlisle demanded.
“I mean that I sent for your wife, not you, but you came with her, and that tells me why. You wanted to see to it that she wasn’t indiscreet.”
“What the hell has she got to be indiscreet about?”
“I don’t know. Apparently you do. If she hasn’t, why don’t you sit down and relax while I ask her a few questions?”
“I would, sir,” Wolfe advised him. “You came in here angry, and you blundered. An angry man is a jackass.”