Do you share it? Have you any tenants?

No. Now I may I don't know.

Do the maid and the cook live there?

Yes.

Any others?

Not living in. A woman comes five days a week to help.

Could the maid or the cook have had a baby in January?

She smiled. Certainly not the cook. Nor the maid either. She has been with me nearly two years. No, she hasn't had a baby.

Then a relative of one of them. Perhaps a sister. An ideal arrangement for an inconvenient infant nephew. Wolfe moved a hand to put it aside. That will be routine. He tapped the slip of paper with a fingertip. The pinholes. Was it a safety pin?

No, it wasn't. Just an ordinary pin.

Indeed. His brows went up. You said inside the blanket. Where? Near what part of the baby feet, middle, head?

I think the feet, but I'm not sure. I had the baby out of the blanket before I saw the paper.

Wolfe swiveled. Archie. You like to give an opinion in terms of odds. What odds that no woman would so expose a baby to a bare pin?

I took three seconds. Not enough data. Exactly where was the pin? What did the baby have on? How accessible was a safety pin? Roughly, say ten to one, but that doesn't mean that one will get you ten that it was a man. I'm merely answering a question. No bet.

I didn't invite one. He swiveled back to her. I don't suppose it was naked in the blanket?

Oh no. It was dressed too much. A sweater, a corduroy hat, corduroy overalls, a T-shirt, an undershirt, rubber pants, and diaper. Oh, and booties. It was dressed all right.

Any safety pins?

Certainly, in the diaper.