“Who was at the conference?”
“Besides Paul — and Jim, of course — there were Sidney’s Aunt Margaret — Mrs. Savage — and Dick Savage, and Ann and her husband, Norman Horne.”
“Were you there?”
“No. I–I didn’t want to go. I had had enough of all the talk.”
“You say he left one of his cards on Mr. Beebe’s desk. Do you mean he remembers that the card was on the desk when he left the conference?”
“Yes, he’s pretty sure it was, but anyway, he left first. All the others were still there.”
“Has Mr. Aubry now told the police of this?”
“I don’t think so. He thought he wouldn’t, because he thought it would look as if he were trying to accuse one of Sidney’s relatives, and that would hurt more than it would help. That was why I didn’t like to tell you about it, but I knew I had to.”
Wolfe grunted. “You did indeed, madam. You are in no position to afford the niceties of decent reticence. Since your husband was almost certainly killed by someone who was mortally inconvenienced by his resurrection, and we are excluding you and Mr. Aubry, his other heirs invite scrutiny and will get it. According to what Mr. Aubry told me yesterday, there are three of them: Mrs. Savage, her son, and her daughter. Where is Mr. Savage?”
“He died years ago. Mrs. Savage is Sidney’s mother’s sister.”