Carpenter nodded, stroked his bald spot with a cautious palm for two or three seconds and then said, “Of course, Mr. Mason, the circumstances in the present case are somewhat unusual.”
“In what way?”
“Mrs. Prescott will probably be charged with the murder of her husband.”
“That doesn’t need to affect you in the least.”
“I’d want an opinion from our attorney on that.”
“How long would it take to get such an opinion?”
“I couldn’t say.”
“Look here,” Mason said savagely, “I don’t know how much money is here, but it may be rather a large amount. Sooner or later, Mrs. Prescott is going to have complete charge of that money. Your attitude isn’t one to inspire her with any desire to co-operate with you after she gets in the saddle.”
“I’m sorry,” Carpenter said.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Mason told him.