“You just saw them?”
“Yep.”
“Did you see Orrie?”
“Yep. She led him here at 2:28 and was admitted by the butler.”
He frowned at me a moment, pursing his lips, and then said, “Ask Fred to come here.”
I did so. Wolfe told him: “Go on up there and do your utmost to keep awake. Don’t lose the letter to Mr. Ames. Don’t get in a fight. I’ll be either here or at home.”
“Mr. Wolfe, I’m sorry I—”
“So am I. Go on.”
Fred went. Wolfe eyed me. “Now. We don’t need to flounder around with this. I’ll sit where I was. You sit beyond her. I’ll ask you to hand me something, and as you pass her you will lift that confounded veil.”
“I don’t want to.”