“Around twelve-thirty, I believe.”
“What time did you get to bed?”
“Ten or fifteen minutes after midnight. I just shed my clothes all over the room and dove into bed. I’d been out with a young lady, and had taken her home. I thought I was going to have to work today, and — well, I just can’t seem to get enough sleep.”
Mrs. Gentrie said solicitously, “Junior, don’t you think you should tell Mr. Mason with whom you spent the evening?”
Junior colored. “No,” he said shortly.
“I noticed that you avoided mentioning her name to that Lieutenant— What’s his name?”
“Tragg,” Mason prompted.
“No need of dragging a woman into this,” Junior said hotly.
“Junior, was it...” Mrs. Gentrie started to ask.
“Don’t you mention any names,” he interrupted with intense feeling. “I don’t want you snooping around in my affairs. It’s bad enough to have Rebecca always camping on my trail. My gosh, I’m grown up and big enough to take care of myself. I don’t go around snooping into your...”