“I didn’t,” Stauffer put in curtly. “I mean I didn’t approve. I strongly disapproved. I went down and entered the bar from the rear and stayed there behind the curtain as a protection for April. Goodwin saw me there.”
“And Turner?” Wolfe asked June.
“I don’t think he suspected anything when he saw April come downstairs. She was perfect. She always is. But he knew Daisy was in the library at a moment when she was also in the living room, for he saw her there when he went to tell you that one of your men had arrived. He couldn’t tell his mistress about it at once, for he didn’t know which one was her, but he told her later.”
“And now she has told the police.”
“Yes.”
“And you have all been questioned.”
“Yes.”
“And you have, I hope — except Mr. Stauffer — told it just as it happened.”
“Of course not. We denied it.”
“Good heavens.” Wolfe sighed and compressed his lips. “You have denied the whole thing?”