“Just the same,” Drake said, “let’s not find any more corpses.”
“Okay,” Mason agreed.
“Where to now?”
“Where we can telephone your office and find out what’s in the wind. If nothing startling has developed, we go down to The Golden Platter and try to get some information before the police frighten those birds to cover.”
Drake said, “That’s the thing I don’t like about your business, Perry. You’re always trying to beat the police to something.”
“That’s the way I protect my clients,” Mason said.
“And some day it’s gonna cost me my license.”
“On what grounds?”
“On the grounds that I’m withholding information from the police.”
“Just what information do you have that the police should know about?” Mason asked.