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“They had to make a postmortem on the body,” Mason said. “It’s at a funeral home now.”
“Turn your back,” she told him. “I’m getting up.”
“I’ll do better than that,” Mason said, “I’ll wait downstairs in the library. Do you feel as though you could talk on an empty stomach?”
“No,” she said shortly. “Where’s Itsumo?”
“Downstairs,” the nurse said.
“All right, I’m going to take a quick tub. Tell him I want tomato juice, with lots of Worcestershire sauce, coffee, scrambled eggs and toast. And you’re going to have to wait, Mr. Mason, until I get to feeling halfway decent before I talk about anything.”
Mason said, “I’ll be downstairs.”
“How about joining me with some eggs?”
“No, thanks. I had breakfast long ago.”