“All three of you?”
“Yes.”
Wolfe grunted. “That’s bad. You’re going to regret that.”
“Why should we regret it, since we merely—”
“Merely told the truth, Mrs. Dunn? Oh, no. You lied. Don’t take me for a fool. You shouldn’t even take Mr. Cramer for a fool. Mrs. Hawthorne didn’t invent that story. The fact is, you should have told me about it yourself, since you were hiring me for this job. And you’ll tell me the truth now, or you’ll get out of my office and take the job with you. I’m not being high-handed just for the devil of it. It’s important, it may even be vital, that I have a statement from you, your husband and your son, that that cornflower was found there and all three of you saw it. Well?”
“It’s a trick,” May snapped.
“Pfui!” Wolfe made a face at her. “This thing is turning you into a dunce. I don’t play tricks on clients.” He looked at June. “Well?”
Dunn demanded, “Do you have any basis for your assertion that April is not in danger?”
“I do. I’m not disclosing it, but I have it. You’d better either acquire some confidence in me, sir, or fire me.”
“All right. Andy found a cornflower there and showed it to my wife and me.”