Mason stretched forth his long legs, crossed the ankles, and stared down at the toes of his shoes. “Well,” he said, “there’s nothing I can add.”
“You might tell me how you fix the time of death as being around nine-thirty.”
Mason shook his head.
“Very well,” Berger announced in the voice of one terminating an interview, “I shall instruct my men to issue a complaint on which a warrant for arrest will be issued, Mason. I’m sorry, but I’ve repeatedly warned you that your methods were going to get you into trouble.”
“I’ll be eligible for bail?” Mason asked.
“I shall charge you with being an accessory after the fact on first-degree murder.”
Mason said, “You haven’t that complaint ready now?”
“It will be ready within the next hour.”
“Until that time I’m not under arrest?”
Berger said, “I don’t intend to arrest you without a warrant.”