“Exactly,” Mason said, “and, I take it, they were rather important questions; and since this interesting information which has been uncovered about Karr’s former partner has been purely fortuitous, I naturally am wondering just what really caused this visit. Or is Miss Wickford an undercover associate?”
Tragg said, “Well, I’ll relieve your curiosity on that, Mason. I came up here to find out about a telephone.”
“What telephone?” Mason asked.
“A telephone which seems to have been something more than a telephone, one in which I thought Karr might have some interest.”
Karr said wearily, “I’m not interested in telephones. I’m a sick man, and the experiences of the afternoon haven’t done me any good.”
Gow Loong said, “Massah should have gone bed long time ago. Maybe-so go now.”
Karr said, “All right, Gow Loong.”
“Just a moment,” Tragg ordered. “I want to ask a couple more questions.”
“Massah sick,” Gow Loong said. “No can talk.”
“About that telephone,” Tragg insisted, putting a hand on Karr’s wheelchair.