“How about Rosalind Prescott?”
“I’m not so sure about her. Rosalind’s in love. A woman will do anything to protect the man she loves.”
“Even to the extent of getting her sister convicted of murder!”
“Her sister isn’t convicted of murder yet,” Della Street pointed out. “And if she is, it’ll be the first client you’ve defended who has been convicted. Rosalind may have passed the buck to you.”
Mason resumed his pacing of the floor and said, “Yes, that’s so.”
“Chief, will you please take the time out tonight to pack your trunks?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I can’t promise. If I can’t clear this case up, there’s no use packing any trunks. You know as well as I do I won’t sail unless it’s finished.”
“That isn’t what’s bothering me,” she said. “I don’t doubt your ability to work out a solution of this case before tomorrow afternoon at two o’clock. But, what I’m afraid of is, you’ll get interested in some other case and stay over to handle that.”
“No,” he told her, “when we get this thing cleaned up we’re going around the world.”
“Will you promise you won’t take on any other case?”