She shook her head. "I couldn't find out a thing about him. I didn't want to ask questions of too many people, and but no one could tell me anything." She hesitated. "I must admit the ticket thing is handled pretty loosely. The tickets aren't just scattered around, but anyone who knows the ropes wouldn't have much trouble getting one, and my you're uncle certainly knows the ropes:"
"Whom have you told about this?"
"No one. Not a soul. I've been trying to decide what to do."
"You might," Wolfe suggested, "just erase it. You say you inherited a half-interest in that"--he grimaced--"that business from your uncle?"
"Yes."
"Anything else? Property, securities, money in the bank?"
"No. He had no property, except the furniture in his apartment, and the lawyer said there were no securities or bank accounts."
"Hunk," Wolfe said. "Those are portable. But you have half of that business. Is it solvent?