Her husband was staring up at the back of her head, his mouth hanging open.
“I see.” Wolfe’s voice was hard and cold. “First you plan to put it on a stranger, Mr. Goodwin — indeed, two strangers, for I am in it too. That failing, you put it on your husband.” He shook his head. “No, madam. Your silliest mistake was opening the window to kill the monkey, but there were others, Mr. Cramer?”
Cramer had to take only one step to get her arm.
“Good God!” Koven groaned.
Pat Lowell said to Wolfe in a thin sharp voice, “So this is what you worked me for.”
She was a tough baby too, that girl.