Drake grinned. “Don’t you ever notice your secretary’s legs?”
Mason said, “For God’s sake, snap out of it! There’s work to be done.”
“What sort of work?”
By way of answer, Mason picked up his desk telephone, plugged it in on the office line, and said, “Gertie, I want you to get Dr. Finley C. Willmont on the line. You’ll find him at his office. His nurse will tell you he’s seeing patients and can’t come to the telephone. Tell her it’s Perry Mason calling, and it’s important. I want to talk with Dr. Willmont personally.”
“Right away,” Gertie promised. “Do you want to wait?”
“No, ring me when you have him on the line.”
Mason hung up and said to Paul Drake, “That little devil’s holding out on me.”
“Della?” Drake asked in surprise.
“Come down to earth,” Mason said. “Adelle Hastings.”
“I thought you had her eating out of your hand.”