“Oh, but I did,” Mrs. Breel interrupted. “I was very careful to get just the sizes I wanted. I’m not exactly a young woman, but I’m not absent-minded. I’m quite certain the merchandise will be satisfactory. I picked the very best that was on display.”
The manager bowed and withdrew. Craning necks followed his progress across the lunch room, then heads came together as the hiss of sibilant whispers filled the room.
Mrs. Breel, apparently utterly oblivious of the interest she had aroused, smacked her lips over the soup and said to her niece, “There, dear, just taste that and see how nice it is. I told you they had wonderful cooking here.”
Virginia Trent showed no enthusiasm over her food, but Mrs. Breel ate her way through the menu with placid enjoyment. No one made any further mention of the shoplifting episode. There were no explanations offered on the one hand, nor, on the other, did Mason ask for any. He threw himself into the part of acting the perfect host, and Della Street, trained by years of experience to read his moods, followed his lead. Gradually, the air of restraint which had settled about the table disappeared. Mrs. Breel’s perfect poise, Mason’s urbane hospitality and Della Street’s sympathetic understanding conspired to make Virginia Trent lose her consciousness of the gaping interest displayed by the curious diners at adjoining tables.
Mason lingered over his demi-tasse, evidently reluctant to terminate the meeting. Finally, however, he summoned the waitress, announcing that a one-thirty appointment necessitated his departure. In the leave-taking, Virginia Trent showed once more a consciousness of the peculiar circumstances which had drawn them together, but none of this was apparent in her aunt’s demeanor.
Back on the street, where patches of blue sky showed between drifting clouds, Mason turned to Della Street. “That,” he announced, “was a break!”
“How did you size them up, Chief?”
“I couldn’t,” Mason admitted. “And, consequently, enjoyed myself immensely.”
“Do you suppose she’s a professional shoplifter?”
“I doubt it. The girl’s embarrassment was too natural.”