“It doesn't matter," Jane said. "She was only killed a few minutes before we called you. Only moments before Shelley came home."

“If you don't think it's impertinent of me to ask, how do you know that?"

“Because the dishwasher was on the prewash cycle when Shelley got home and discovered the body." She glanced at Shelley for confirmation, but Shelley had gotten dangerously pale and was carefully pouring herself more coffee with shaking hands. Jane went on. "That means the cleaning lady must have started it between the time I was there and the time Shelley got home. Everybody had already brought their food and gone when I went over at quarter to three."

“Still, I need the names of the people who were there and when."

“Oh, all right. Let me think. Dorothy Wallenberg brought a sheet cake early in the morning.”

“A sheet cake?"

“You know, the kind that's done in a big, flat pan. You don't have to ice the sides or worry about it not rising evenly or—”

VanDyne wasn't interested in the fine points of baking for a meeting. "Did this Wallenberg woman know Mrs. Nowack wasn't at home?"

“I was home then," Shelley said. "But Jane brought the cake in for her."

“I see. Go on, Mrs. Jeffry."

“Let's see. Joyce Greenway brought a brisket over about one o'clock. And Laura Stapler came with a cucumber and onion salad around twenty minutes later. However long it took me to cook the carrots—for my salad, you see."

“Who else?" Detective VanDyne asked, not to be sidetracked with carrot cooking time.

“Robbie Jones brought some dip and this wonderful crunchy thing she makes—whole wheat fingers.”

The detective's eyebrows shot up, but he resisted. "When was that?"

“I don't know. I didn't see her."

“Then how do you know she brought them?"

“Well, they're there. They didn't just materialize," Jane snapped. These quibbling interruptions were irritating

“No, I mean, how do you know she brought them, and not somebody else?"

“She always does. And the dip was in her funny, discolored Tupperware bowl. I always think I could get the stain out if I could get my hands on it. I had one like that, and soaked it overnight in—"

“Mrs. Jeffry!"

“Yes. I guess that is beside the point. But you asked."

“All right. Assuming you can tell who was there by the food, who else had been there?"

“Well, there was a pasta salad I didn't recognize. Everybody's making pasta salads these days."

“That was Suzie Williams," Shelley put in. "She lives next door on the other side of me. She called and told me she was anxious to try out a new recipe."

“And there was a potato salad in a huge orange ceramic bowl with white flecks," Jane added. "I've seen it before. Who does that belong to, Shelley?"