“Just A. E. Tump, but she’s a woman.”
“What does she want?”
“She wants to see you, and she looks like a woman who has a habit of getting what she wants.”
“Young?” Mason asked.
“Nope. She’s around sixty-five, and she still has sex appeal, if you know what I mean.”
Mason said, “Good Lord, Gertie. You don’t mean she’s kittenish.”
“No, not kittenish, and she isn’t one of those women who tries to have the figure of a young woman of twenty. But… well, she has personality and uses it. She puts her stuff across.”
Mason said to Della Street, “Go find out what she wants, Della. Give her the once-over.”
Mason returned to the newspaper, turning idly through the pages, reading the headlines, and waiting.
Della Street returned in a few moments and said to Perry Mason, “She’s white-haired, smooth-skinned, broad of beam, matronly in a seductive way. She seems to have money and poise and she has character and personality. Maybe you ought to see her.”