Mason nodded cheerfully and said, “No one had noticed the bullet because it went through a crack in the upholstery of a chair and lodged down below the seat level in the back.”
Della Street said, “Look here, Chief, do you know just what you’re getting into?”
“What?” Mason asked, raising his eyebrows.
“You’re getting Sarah Breel out of a murder case by getting Virginia Trent in it right up to her eyebrows.”
“Oh, sure,” Mason said cheerfully. “After all, you know, someone had to kill him.”
“But, Chief, Virginia Trent’s also your client,” Della Street objected.
“Sure,” Mason laughed, “and they’re not trying her yet.”
“No, but they’re going to be if you keep on.”
“Well,” Mason said, “I’ll keep on. Let’s go eat. I’m famished.”