“You mean, to see that I didn’t try to escape,” Virginia Trent said. The nurse was tactfully silent. “Where’s my aunt?”
“In the hospital. She had only a very light concussion, and slept most of the night. The doctor didn’t let the officers know she was conscious until this morning.”
“How is she?”
Mason said, “Don’t worry. She’s quite able to take care of herself.”
“What was all this they told me about finding her bag with the gun which killed Austin Cullens?”
Mason said, “They haven’t been able to establish that it’s her bag yet.”
She yawned prodigiously. “You’re going to have to wait, Mr. Mason, while I wash my face in cold water and clean my teeth.”
“All right,” Mason told her, “I’m sorry I had to disturb you, but we have work to do.”
“About — about — Uncle George — what did they find out?”
“Nothing, so far as I know,” Mason said. “If they found out anything, they’re keeping it secret.”