“Isn’t there any thing you can do?” Byrl Gailord asked. “No way in which you can — well, sort of look after my interests?”
“I can keep an eye open,” Mason said. “If I find something that will justify my employment, I’ll take it up with you. The court will probably appoint some trust company as a trustee. The trust accounts will have to be carefully examined.”
“Can I be appointed?” Mrs. Tump asked.
“Perhaps,” Mason said, “but a court would be more inclined to appoint a company which had auditing facilities at its command.”
“I’d serve without compensation just to get things straightened up.”
“We’ll have to wait a few days until we can find out more about it,” Mason said. “A court might permit Miss Gailord to nominate the trustee.”
“I’d want Mrs. Tump, of course,” Byrl Gailord said.
The telephone on Mason’s desk rang sharply. Mason said, “Excuse me,” picked up the receiver, and heard the voice of his receptionist saying, “Sergeant Holcomb is here. He says he must see you immediately. There’s a man with him.”
Mason thought for a moment. “Did you tell him I was busy, Gertie?”
“Yes.”