The banker read the description and then said, “I’m sure I don’t know just what you’re getting at, Mr. Mason.”
“Did you know him?” Mason asked.
“No,” the banker said. “I don’t remember ever having seen him.”
Mason said, “Think back, Mr. Marquad. I think you saw him last night.”
“Last night?”
“Yes.”
“What makes you think that?”
“My records,” Mason said, “show that Mr. Cullens went to The Golden Platter shortly before he was murdered.”
The banker stiffened and said, “The Golden Platter? To what do you refer, Mr. Mason?”
Mason said, “A restaurant and gambling joint on East Third Street.”