“No.”
“What were you doing?”
She laughed and said, “What is this, Mr. Mason, some sort of a third-degree?”
“Were you,” he asked, “thinking about beating the lie detector?”
“Don’t be silly, Mr. Mason. I just asked you that because I’m interested in the psychological significance You said you wanted to see me, Mr. Mason. What did you want to see me about?”
“I wanted to tell you about your aunt,” he said, watching her narrowly.
“About Aunt Sarah?” He nodded.
“Oh, dear,” she said, “I knew it. I had the most awful premonition all the time I was in the show. I felt certain that it had happened.”
“That what had happened?” Mason asked.
“That she’d been arrested, of course.”