“And the answer’s supposed to be in the newspaper?”
“Not the answer,” he said, “but a clue.”
“Do you want me to look through it?”
“You take the first section,” he said. “I’ll take the second. Let’s not overlook anything: notices of death, or intentions to wed, birth notices, and divorces — particularly divorces.”
And Mason promptly turned to the sporting page.
Fifteen minutes later, Della Street looked up from the section of the newspaper she had been studying. “Find anything?” she asked.
“Nuh uh.”
She said, “I thought perhaps you’d find that One-punch Peltham had been signed up with Joe Louis for a fifteen-round bout.”
He grinned. “No harm killing two birds with one stone, Della.”
“We’ve thrown all our rocks, and haven’t even got a feather. I can’t find a thing. Did he act as though he expected it would be something obscure?”