Though the attic had plenty of space, Wolfe remained fixed in one particular location. “I keep hovering over this spot,” he said, while standing in a dark and dusty corner of the room. It seemed that the collector’s antique instincts were honing in on something hidden out of sight.
“That pile kept calling me back,” Wolfe explained after his and Fritz’s antique spree. “I knew there had to be something in there.” Moving some tattered boxes out of the way, the star delved deeper into the fray. What was it that he was going to find?