“In your wheelchair?”
“No. In bed. I believe I’ve gone over all that with you before, Lieutenant.”
“You haven’t,” Tragg said meaningly. “Mason has.”
“What do you mean?” Karr asked.
Karr kept staring at the detective with the cold concentration of one who is completely the master of his own soul, and resents uninvited familiarities. “Do you have any fault to find with what Mr. Mason answered?” he asked.
“I may have,” Tragg said.
“Under those circumstances,” Karr announced with cold dignity, “I am afraid it will be necessary for me to ask Mr. Mason to speak for me again. I am not feeling well, Lieutenant, and this interview has wearied me.”
Tragg said affably, “Let’s not get off to a bad start, Mr. Karr. I’m trying to save you future trouble.”
“Thank you for your consideration. You don’t need to try to save me anything. I’m quite capable of looking after myself.”
“Despite the fact that you are unable to walk?” Tragg asked.