“Tuesday evening, as Mrs. Hawthorne said?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do with it?”
“I threw it in the fireplace.”
“Do you confirm that, Mrs. Dunn?”
June hesitated a second and then said firmly, “Yes.”
“Good.” Wolfe frowned at her. “You’ll have to eat your denial to the police, but that’s your fault. You had hired me and you should have consulted me. Next: Your sister’s masquerade as Mrs. Hawthorne. Mr. Goodwin saw her there with Miss Karn, came straight to the library, and saw Mrs. Hawthorne with me. He ascertained that the one in the library was the real Mrs. Hawthorne by trying to lift her veil. You heard her scream. We concluded that the counterfeit downstairs must be April, the accomplished actress. Did Mrs. Hawthorne give that to the police too?”
“Yes,” June replied.
“How did she know about it?”
“Turner told her. The butler. I happened to be in the entrance hall when Miss Karn arrived and said she wanted to see Mrs. Hawthorne. I told Turner to put Miss Karn in the living room and I would attend to it. On my way upstairs I had an idea. Daisy was in the library with you. The idea was for April to get a dress and veil from Daisy’s room and see Miss Karn and find out what she had to say. I found her in May’s room and suggested it, and they approved. Mr. Stauffer was there too, and he—”