Mason said, “Well, I’ll be going. I simply wanted you gentlemen to know where I stood.”
“I don’t think your client is adopting a fair attitude,” Loftus said.
Mason said, “Don’t let my departure interfere with your discussion, gentlemen.”
Loftus arose from his chair, started around his desk, and stopped. “Just what are you trying to do, Mr. Mason?” he asked.
“Protect the interests of my client,” Mason said, “and educate your legal department.” With an inclusive bow, he left the office.
Mason returned to his office in rare good humor.
“Do any good?” Della Street asked.
“I think so,” Mason said. “I’ve got those brokers plenty worried, and their legal department’s running around in circles. By the time they get done stirring things up, we’ll know when Tidings died. The way things are shaping up now, Sergeant Holcomb won’t be able to dig up additional clues and keep them from me.”
“You mean they’ll do the investigating for you?”
“That’s right. They can bring pressure to bear on Holcomb, and make him talk. I can’t.”