“Think you’ll know this girl when you see her, Perry?” Drake asked.
“Uh huh,” Mason said. “—I hope so, and I’m afraid so.”
“Who is she, Perry?”
“My client,” Mason said.
Drake looked at him in surprise. “Don’t you know your own clients?”
Mason grinned. “I have a wide practice.”
Drake said, “Perry, this case keeps getting goofier and goofier. Why should you want to shadow your own client?”
“Just to give you boys a job, Paul. You’ve had a lot of hard cases, so I thought I’d give you an easy one.”
Mason remained thoughtfully silent while Drake piloted the car through traffic. A signal turned against them, and Drake, stopping the car, said, “It’s a couple of blocks farther on. We may not be able to find a parking space.”
“We can roost in front of a fire plug,” Mason said. “I want to get a good look at this girl, but I don’t want her to see me… Got a pair of dark glasses, Paul?”