Mattern impulsively shot out his hand. “You’re a square shooter,” he said. “I’ll do that, Mr. Mason. You can count on me for anything.”
The two men shook hands.
Chapter 10
A telegram was lying on Mason’s desk when he entered the office Friday morning, and Della Street informed him that Mrs. Tump was impatiently awaiting his arrival in the outer office.
Mason opened the telegram. It was signed Adelle Hastings, and read:
HAVE CONTACTED PARTY REFERRED TO. NO CAUSE FOR CONCERN OVER ANY DEVELOPMENTS TO DATE. GO RIGHT AHEAD. EVERYTHING OKAY.
Mason thrust the telegram in his pocket, and said to Della Street, “All right. Let’s see what Mrs. Tump wants, and get her out of the way.”
Della Street ushered Mrs. Tump into the inner office. The woman’s grayish-green eyes glittered as she came sailing across the office. Only her lips were smiling.
“Good morning, Mr. Mason,” she said.
“How are you this morning, Mrs. Tump?”