“How about locking the doors?”
“No. Leave them just the way they are.”
“Why?”
“Suppose something happens. Suppose we’re picked up within a block by a prowl car. Suppose someone sees us leaving. We tell our story, and police find the doors locked.”
“I see. Look here, we have two cars. We can’t...”
Mason said, “You get in my car. I drive you up to your car. You get in, turn it around, and follow me for four or five blocks, park your car, get out, and go to the nightclub with me. I bring you back to where your car is parked. In that way, you’ll know I’m not doing any telephoning.”
Looking up, she said, “I think you’re wonderful. I can’t imagine why you’re doing this for me.”
Mason said, “Neither can I.”
Chapter 9
Paul Drake, his face gray with fatigue and worry, looked across the desk at Perry Mason, and said, “Some day when you play me for a sucker, I’m going to wriggle off the hook.”