“You know,” she told him, and giggled.
“You mean following instructions with Lone Bedford?”
“That’s right.”
“I don’t know,” Mason said, “perhaps not much longer. Why?”
“The girl has ideas,” Della Street said.
“Such as what?” Mason asked.
“Such as what we’re doing now.”
“And what are you doing now?”
“Putting drinks on the expense account,” she told him.
“Stay with it,” Mason told her. “The expense account can stand it.” Della Street hiccoughed into the telephone. Mason couldn’t tell whether she was joking or if the hiccough were genuine.