"I want you," she said, her chin okay.

Wolfe nodded in approval of her sound judgment. "Then we know what we're doing." He glanced at the wall clock. "In twenty minutes I must go up to my orchids. I spend two hours with them every afternoon, from four to six. The most urgent question is this: Who knows that the murdered man was Paul Nieder? Who besides you?"

"Nobody," she declared.

"As far as you know, no one has said or done anything to indicate knowledge or suspicion of his identity?"

"No. They all say they never saw him before, and they have no idea how he got there or who he is. Of course – the way his face was – you wouldn't expect -"

"I suppose not. But we'll assume that whoever killed him knew who he was killing; we'd be donkeys if we didn't. Also we'll assume that he thinks no one else knows. That gives us an advantage. Are you sure you have given no one a hint of your recognition of your uncle last week?"

"Yes, I'm positive."

"Then we have that advantage too. But consider this: if that body is buried without official identification as your uncle, your possession of your inheritance may be further delayed. Also this: you cannot claim the body and give it appropriate burial. Also this: if the police are told who the murdered man was they may be able to do a better job."

"Would they believe – would they keep it secret until they caught him?"

"They might, but I doubt it. Possibly they would fancy the theory that you had killed him in order to hold onto half of that business, and if so your associates up there would be asked to confirm the identification. Certainly Mr. Demarest would be. That's one reason why I shall not tell the police. Another one is that I wouldn't tell Mr. Cramer anything whatever, after his behavior today. But you can do as you please. Do you want to tell them?"