“Tonight!” Drake said, looking at his watch. “It’s dam near daylight.”
“It’s always night until it’s daylight,” Mason said. “Go ahead. Finish your coffee, Della. Let’s go.”
Della Street tilted up her coffee cup. “Going to see Mrs. Gentrie?” she asked.
Mason nodded.
“How you folks do work,” Drake said. “Personally, I’m going to get some shuteye.”
Mason started for the door, then abruptly turned, stood with his hands pushed down in his pocket looking at Paul Drake with troubled eyes. “Paul,” he said, “you’ve got to do something.”
“Not until I get some sleep,” Drake protested.
Mason simply kept looking at him.
“What is it?” Drake asked, at length.
“You’ve got to get a confession from Karr.”