“What time?”
“I don’t know. I would say it was shortly before eleven o’clock.”
“What did he say?”
“I had a tentative appointment with him,” Mason said. “I wanted to cancel it, and make one at a later date.”
“Have any argument?”
“Not exactly.”
“What was your business with him?”
Mason smiled and shook his head.
“Come on,” Sergeant Holcomb said. “Kick through. If we’re going to solve a murder, we’ve got to have motives. If we knew something about that business you wanted to discuss with him, we might have a swell motive.”
“And again,” Mason said, “you might not.”