“How long since you’ve seen him?” Mason inquired.
“Yesterday.”
“Morning or afternoon?”
“Morning. Tell me, is anything wrong?”
“He was missing from his apartment,” Mason said, “and his landlady notified the police.”
Wray boomed into heavy laughter. “That,” he proclaimed, “is a good one! Jason Braun missing! Good Lord, he’s been right around town all the time. I’ve seen him two or three times during the past two weeks, and he was here in the office yesterday morning.”
“What’s his line?” Mason inquired, sitting back in the chair and crossing his long legs in front of him. Insurance?”
“Not exactly,” Wray said.
Mason showed that he was waiting for Wray to answer the question in greater detail. The insurance adjuster fidgeted uneasily and said, “Well, after all, Mr. Mason, since you’re representing Mrs. Prescott, I feel you’re one of the family and I know I can trust your discretion. Braun represents the insurance underwriters.”
“A salesman of some sort?” Mason asked.