Mason said, “I’m warning you, and I’m warning you for the last time.”
She blinked tears back from her eyes.
Mason consulted his wrist watch. “You have exactly thirty seconds,” he said.
She waited for ten seconds, then said, in a voice that was choked with emotion, “I saw him.”
“Where?” Mason asked.
There was another interval of silence, then at length she said, “Here.”
“Not here,” Mason said. “On the turntable out by Mrs. Tidings’ bungalow. He asked you to meet him there. He didn’t want to be seen coming to your apartment. You’d already accused him of being short in the trust accounts. He said that if you’d meet him there, he’d explain everything.”
She shook her head in tight-lipped silence.
“Where,” Mason asked, “did you meet him?”
“Here.”