“Want me to do any work on that angle?”
“I don’t think so, Paul. I don’t know just where I stand yet. Pick up what information you can without going to too much expense. Don’t bother with it personally. Just put a good leg man on it, and we’ll check over the dope in the morning.”
“Okay,” Drake said.
“Here’s something I am interested in, Paul,” Mason went on.
“Shoot.”
“This has to be handled with kid gloves. I want the dope on it, and I want it just as fast as you can get it.”
“What is it?”
“Robert Peltham,” Mason said. “He must never know that I’m making the investigation, but I want to find out whom he’s sweet on. I tried to telephone him this afternoon. He wasn’t in, and his secretary said she didn’t know when he’d be in. She was delightfully vague.”
“Isn’t he married?” Drake asked.
“I don’t know,” Mason said. “If he is, my best hunch is that his wife isn’t the center of attraction.”