“What does that mean?” she asked, as Mason pressed the button for the elevator.
“Don’t you know?” he asked.
She shook her head.
Mason said with a smile, “I’m still jealous of my reputation as a prophet. I don’t dare risk it, but I think perhaps we’ll drop around to Dr. Sawdey’s residence for a little chat.”
Chapter 15
Mason’s taxicab slid to a stop in front of one of the newspaper offices. A brightly lighted office on the ground floor marked the Want Ad Department. A separate doorway to the street made it easy for persons desiring to place want ads to approach the long counter where two quick-moving young women waited on the persons who came in with ads to be placed in the classified column, or with answers to be delivered to advertisers.
Mason paid off the cab, said, “Might as well come in, Della, and help me look.”
One of the young women behind the counter approached him. Alert eyes sized him up. She said, “What can I do for you?”
“I’d like back copies of your paper for the last week. I just want to look at them here.”
She reached under the counter, took out a hinged stick through which had been filed copies of newspapers.