“Why?” she asked.
“I thought I might find a torn bill in there.”
“A torn bill?” she asked, looking at him with raised eyebrows.
“Well, at least one that had been cut along the edges.”
She said, with quick vehemence, “I haven’t the faintest idea of what you’re talking about, Mr. Mason.”
“Well,” he said, “we can discuss that later. Why didn’t you want me to know who you were?”
“For various reasons.”
“Can you tell me what they are?”
“I can, but I won’t.”
“Don’t you think it might be well for you to be frank with me?”