“You slept some last night?”
“Yes, a few cat-naps here and there along the side of the road.”
Mason said, “The officers will probably want to check your time pretty carefully. If you can give them all the data they need it will make it a lot easier for you. I’m just telling you as a friend. Here they come now.”
A siren screamed up the hill. A police radio car finished the ascent, raced along the level stretch of roadway, and swerved sharply to park up against the curb. An officer jumped out of the car and came striding toward the house.
Drake opened the door.
The radio officer looked at Drake, pushed a foot through the door. “Which one of you telephoned Homicide?” he asked.
“I did,” Drake said. “I’m a private detective.”
“Your name Drake?”
“Yes.”
“Got a card on you?”