“Perhaps an hour, perhaps longer.”
“I suppose,” she said, “this has something to do with our lisping aviator, Rodney Wenston.”
Mason nodded.
“Did you gather the impression that he was pretty much disconcerted when that girl began to produce proofs that she was the daughter of Karr’s former partner?”
“His expression didn’t indicate that he was exactly pleased,” Mason said with a grin.
“I was watching him closely. Would her showing up with the claim which she will probably make against Karr have some effect on Wenston?”
“It might affect the size of the estate he expects to inherit eventually. If there’s any estate, and if he expects to inherit it,” Mason said, smiling. “Come on, Della, let’s move down toward this end of the field. Wait a minute. We may as well be comfortable. Here, driver. How about moving your car down toward this end of the field away from the lights, where we can sit and be comfortable?”
“Okay,” the driver said, “I can move down as far as the edge of this fence.”
“All right, go ahead. Got a radio?”
“Yes, sir. Any particular station you’d like?”