“A complete confession?” Mason asked.
“Yes.”
“Where is she?”
“Waiting on one of the other trunk lines.”
“Trace the call?” Mason asked.
“Yes. It’s from a public pay station. I didn’t know what to do. I thought I’d get in touch with you and let you be the goat. If we don’t relay the information on to the police and try to hold her there until a radio car can get on the job, we’re sticking our necks out. But, on the other hand...”
“Tell her to call this number,” Mason said. “Tell her she can talk with me here.”
“And how about the police?”
“Forget ’em.”
“Okay,” Drake said, “I’m stalling her along on the other line. Hold the phone, Perry, until I see if she’s still on the line.”