I took five seconds, not to figure it, but to realize that I had never looked at it from that angle. I told Julie, "Stella. I told you Saturday how she reacted. Remember? She doesn't want a trial even if they get the right man. Of course, X's name would come out only in connection with Isabel." I looked at Wolfe. "Yeah. I'll be damned. But how?"
"That's what we need Miss Jaquette for." His eyes were narrowed at her. "Don't you want coffee? It's getting cold."
She picked up the glass and finished the juice, put it down, poured coffee, picked up the cup, and took a sip. She looked at Wolfe and shook her head. "I don't get it. What's so great about that fact?"
"The possibilities it presents. Suppose that Mrs. Fleming knows, or even strongly suspects, that her husband killed her sister, and knows why, and also knows that he may be arrested and charged at any moment, and later brought to trial. What would she do?"
"I don't know. I don't know her."
"What would she do, Archie?"
"I don't know either," I said, "
She was frowning. "Why can't you tell her?"
"She wouldn't believe me. You can tell her things Isabel told you, but I can't. As you told him in the letter."
"That was a lie, that letter."
"The only lie was that Isabel told you. What you said she told you was true, and he proved it. Do you
"Certainly."
"Do you think there's any doubt that he shot at you?"
"No."