He hung up the telephone, stretched, yawned, got out of bed, closed the windows in the room, dressed, and was smoking a cigarette when his telephone rang.
Mason picked up the receiver, said, “This is Perry Mason talking,” and heard a low voice saying in a tone of calm finality, “This is Mrs. Perlin. It’s all over. I’ve decided to confess.”
“Yes, Mrs. Perlin.”
“Don’t try to have this call traced.”
“I won’t.”
“It won’t do you any good if you do try.”
“I tell you I won’t try.”
“I want to talk with you. I must talk with you.”
“Go ahead. You’re talking with me now,” Mason said.
“Not this way. I want to be where our conversation can be absolutely confidential.”