“Nothing. We have our fruit.”
“Indeed.” Wolfe looked at May. “Is that correct, Miss Hawthorne?”
“Certainly. I want nothing for myself.”
Wolfe looked at the youngest. “And you?”
“What?” asked April vaguely.
“I am asking, do you demand a share of your brother’s estate?”
“Good heavens, no.”
“Not that we couldn’t use it,” said June. “April lives at least a year ahead of her income and is in debt to her ears. May washes her own stockings. She never has anything because she gives half her salary to Varney girls who would have to leave college if she didn’t. As for me, I have trouble paying the grocery bills. My husband had a good income from his private practice, but the salary of a secretary of state is pretty skimpy.”
“Then I think we should be able to persuade Miss Karn—”
“No. Don’t try it. If my brother had left us something we could certainly have used it — and I suppose we’re all surprised that he didn’t. But no — no haggling for it. From him direct, yes, but not by way of that woman.”