“All of them?”
“Yes.”
“You mean the shells which were ejected from the guns they were shooting?”
“That’s right.”
“And then what?”
“Simply save them,” Mason said, “in some nice, safe place, where Sergeant Holcomb wouldn’t be apt to look for them but, on the other hand, where we can’t be accused of tampering with them. I Would say it might be well to let Lieutenant Ogilby keep them.”
“And if Virginia decides that I’m trying to steal her man and...”
“Virginia isn’t to know anything about it,” Mason said. “You are to impress that on Lieutenant Ogilby.”
“Wouldn’t it be better,” she asked, “to have one of Drake’s men get in touch with him? After all, Chief, having me take him in hand and...”
“No,” Mason interrupted, “it’s up to you, Della. I don’t want Drake know anything about it.”