“I think one of you has seen and talked with Mr. Karnow — today. Perhaps both of you.”
“What makes you think so?”
“I reserve that. Whether and when I disclose it depends on you. While complete candor is too much to expect, it should at least be approximated when you’re briefing a man for a job you want done. When and where did you see Mr. Karnow, and what was said?”
“I didn’t. I have never seen him. I told you that. What’s the idea of this?”
Wolfe’s head moved. “Then it was you, madam?”
Caroline was staring at him, her brow creased. “Are you suggesting that I saw my — that I saw Sidney Karnow today?”
“Precisely.”
“Well, I didn’t! I haven’t seen him at all! And I want to know why you’re suggesting that!”
“You will.” Wolfe rested his elbows on the chair arms, leaned forward, and gave her his straightest and hardest look. She met it. He turned his head to the right and aimed the look at Aubry, and had it met again.
The doorbell rang.