I stopped because my audience was going. Aubry had her arm as they crossed the stoop and started down. Not wishing to give Purley the pleasure of having me watch him take them, I shut the door, replaced the bolt, and returned to the office. Wolfe was leaning back with his eyes closed.
“I’m wanted,” I told him. “Do I go?”
“Of course,” he growled.
“Are we saving anything?”
“No. There’s nothing to save.”
“The letters from Karnow to his wife are in my desk. Do I take them and turn them over?”
“No. They are her property, and doubtless she will claim them.”
“Did I discover the body?”
“Certainly not. To what purpose?”
“None. Don’t worry if I’m late.”