He pushed past the operative to the door, stepped out in the corridor, and pulled the door shut. He stood for a moment listening. Five seconds after the door had closed he heard the type bars on Della Street’s machine clack into rapid action.
Grinning, Mason started walking down the corridor.
Chapter 15
In his private office, tilted back in the swivel chair, his feet resting on a corner of the desk, Mason grinned up at Sergeant Holcomb.
“This time,” Holcomb said grimly, “I have a warrant.”
“I don’t think the D.A. wants you to serve it, Sergeant.”
“Take another think.”
Mason said, “That was an interesting case, Sergeant. Two or three things about it were puzzling but after all it wasn’t as complicated as it seemed. The Clarion’s getting out an extra I understand. You’ll probably enjoy reading it.”
“Nuts,” Holcomb said.
Mason went on calmly, “Freel gave The Clarion a complete confession. Della Street delivered it personally and Freel along with it.”