She suddenly got to her feet. “I want to talk with Bill,” she said. “Have you an office where we can discuss something?”
“Why not discuss it here?” Mason asked.
She whirled to face him and said, “I’m tempted to.”
“Shut up, Eva,” Golding warned.
She stared down at Mason and said, “You’re asking for it.”
“Eva, shut up!”
“Don’t be a fool, Bill,” she said. “We have to tell him now. He’s brought it on himself.”
“Tell him nothing,” Golding said. “We talk with our lawyer first. Then he talks with Mason.”
“As bad as that, eh?” Mason asked.
The woman dropped back in the big overstuffed leather chair and said, “No, Bill, we don’t want to see a lawyer. A lawyer would talk, and you can’t tell who he’d talk to. We’re going to tell Mason, and that’s all.”