Mason held the telephone, hearing only the slight buzzing sound of the wire. Then he heard Drake’s voice once more. “Okay, Perry, she says she’ll call you in twenty minutes. She thinks I was having the call traced and notifying the police. She says she’ll go to another pay station. She says if I’ve notified the police, it won’t do a bit of good, that you’re the only one she’ll talk with.”
“Said she’d call in about twenty minutes?” Mason asked.
“That’s right.”
“Okay, Paul. What are you doing up at the office this time of night?”
“No rest for the wicked,” Drake said wearily. “A lot of stuff has been coming in. I’m up here sifting the reports, and juggling the men around on new assignments. I was just ready to quit.”
“What time is it?”
“About one o’clock.”
“How did that woman sound on the telephone, Paul?”
“She didn’t seem particularly excited. She has a good speaking voice.”
“But she said she was going to make a confession?”