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“You lie,” Carol said. It was her first word. “And he lied. He was going to lie about me. He didn’t see me go back for a second plate, but he was going to say he did. And you lie. He did make demands. He threatened me.”

Wolfe’s brows went up. “Then you haven’t been told?”

“Told what?”

“That you were overheard. That is the other question I had for you. I have no apology for contriving the trap, but you deserve to know you are in its jaws. All that you and Zoltan said was heard by two men at the other end of a wire in another room, and they recorded it — Mr. Stebbins of the police, now seated at your left, and Mr. Goodwin.”

“You lie,” she said.

“No, Miss Annis. This isn’t the trap; it has already sprung. You have it, Mr. Stebbins?”

Purley nodded. He hates to answer questions from Wolfe.

“Archie?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did Zoltan threaten her or make demands?”

“No, sir. He followed instructions.”

He returned to Carol. “Now you know. I wanted to make sure of that. To finish, since you may have had a just and weighty grievance against Mr. Pyle, I would myself prefer to see you made to account for your attempt to kill Zoltan, but that is not in my discretion. In any case, my rancor is appeased, and I hold—”

“That’s enough,” Cramer blurted, leaving his chair. “I didn’t agree to let you preach at her all night. Bring her along, Sergeant.”

As Purley arose a voice came. “May I say something?” It was Fritz. Heads turned as he left the couch and moved, detouring around Zoltan’s feet and Purley’s bulk to get to Carol, and turning to stand looking down at her.

“On account of what Mr. Wolfe said,” he told her. “He said you injured me, and that is true. It is also true that I wanted him to find you. I can’t speak for Felix, and you tried to kill Zoltan and I can’t speak for him, but I can speak for myself. I forgive you.”

“You lie,” Carol said.