“I came to work yesterday. No one was in the house. Usually Mrs. Perlin is there, and nearly always there are some records for me.”
“Records?” Mason asked.
“You know, the wax records that have been dictated on a dictating machine.”
“Oh.”
“This morning there weren’t any records. Mrs. Perlin wasn’t there.”
“How about Hocksley?”
“I very seldom see him. He sleeps most of the day. He works rather late at night.”
“But you have seen him?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Go ahead.”