Wolfe shook his head. “I’m an onlooker, Mr. Skinner. I happen to be here because this is my office.”
“But your opinion, based on what you have heard?”
“Well... am I to accept your facts?”
“Yes. They are unassailable.”
“Then they’re unique. However, postulating them, Mr. Hawthorne was murdered.”
Skinner turned. But by the time he faced June again, she was on her feet. “You can find us at our brother’s residence,” she told him. “All of us. I shall telephone my husband from there. You’d better come too, Glenn. This means — I know what it means. We’ll have to take it.” She moved. “Come, Andy. May... April, bring Celia...”
Wolfe’s voice sounded: “If you please, Mrs. Dunn. Do you wish me to proceed with the little matter we were discussing?”
“I think—” Prescott began, but June cut him off:
“Yes. I do. Go ahead. Come, children.”