“He did quite right to refuse,” Ganten said coldly, seating himself and carefully placing his brief case on the floor by the side of his chair.
Mason smiled. “Personally, I think it was poor judgment.”
“I don’t care to have you question my judgment,” Loftus said angrily.
Mason said, “Perhaps I’d better explain my position, and call your attention to certain facts. I’m representing Byrl Gailord, the beneficiary under the trust… That is, I’ve been consulted in her behalf.”
“Go ahead and represent her,” Loftus said. “We have nothing to do with what happens between her and the trustee.”
“For your information,” Mason said, “Albert Tidings was killed.”
Loftus and Ganten exchanged glances. Ganten said, “If you don’t mind, Mr. Loftus, I’ll handle the interview.”
“I’m not going to be browbeaten,” Loftus said. “I read about Tidings’ death in the paper. It doesn’t mean a damn thing — not so far as…”
“Please, Mr. Loftus,” Ganten interrupted. “Let me do the talking. This lawyer is trying to trap you into making some admission.”
Mason laughed. “I was the one who suggested to Mr. Loftus that he have his attorney present at this interview.”