“Then you don’t believe that it was Tidings who called the secretary at noon Tuesday to find out whether the deal had been completed?”
“The autopsy surgeon doesn’t,” Mason said significantly.
Chapter 6
Mason entered his office on Thursday morning TO find Paul Drake waiting for him. He nodded to Gertie, took Drake’s arm, and escorted him into the private office where Della Street was busy sorting the morning mail.
“ ’Lo, Della. Anything new?” Mason asked.
“Nothing particularly important,” she said. “Hello, Paul.”
“Hello, Della. How’s tricks?”
“Swell.”
Drake jackknifed himself into his favorite pose across the arms of the big, black, leather chair.
“Got something?” Mason asked.