“You think that’s what he’s doing?”
She said firmly, “That’s enough, Mr. Mason. We aren’t going to discuss that matter, and we’ll leave Coleman Reeger out of it.”
“All right, we will if you’ll tell me where you were Monday night.”
She laughed and said, “You’re laying another trap for me, aren’t you, Mr. Mason?”
The waiter brought their drinks.
Mason said, “Look here. You weren’t just playing a hunch on that trust fund business. You’ve been sticking up for Peltham. You’re in communication with him. You have the most implicit faith in him. That means that — well, you know what it means.”
“What does it mean?” she asked.
Mason said, “You may mask your face, but you can’t mask your feelings.”
She twisted the stem of her glass, rotating it by a slow motion of the thumb and forefinger while she kept her eyes from his. “I don’t think I’m going to make any answer to that,” she said.
“You mean you don’t understand me?”