“We still are.” June’s eyes pierced Wolfe. “You will please understand that my sisters and I are perfectly satisfied with our fruit. It isn’t that. But think of it, the sensation and scandal of it! I can hardly believe it! None of us can. It’s incredible. My brother leaving his entire fortune, the bulk of it, to that — that—”
“Woman,” April suggested.
“Very well. Woman.”
“It was his fortune,” Wolfe observed. “And apparently that’s what he did with it.”
“Meaning?” May inquired.
“Meaning that if it’s the sensation and scandal you object to, the less you say and do about it the sooner it will be forgotten.”
“Thank you,” said June sarcastically. “We need something better than that. The publication of the will alone would be bad enough. Considering that millions are involved, and the position of my husband, and of my sisters — My Lord! Don’t you realize that we’re the famous Hawthorne girls, whether we like it or not?”
“Of course we like it,” April asserted. “We love it.”
“Speak for yourself, Ape.” June kept her eyes on Wolfe. “You can imagine what the papers will do. Even so, I think your advice is good. I think the best plan would be to do and say nothing, let it run its course and ignore it. But it isn’t going to be allowed to run its course. Something utterly horrible is going to happen. Daisy is going to contest the will.”
Wolfe’s frown deepened. “Daisy?”