“Perhaps the D.A. took it for evidence,” Mason said.
“No. One of the newspaper boys did a little snooping for me and finds out that the district attorney overlooked that angle of the case entirely.”
“I wonder,” Mason said thoughtfully, “if the whole thing may not have been a stall. I’m wondering if Trader actually did return to Prescott’s house and deliver stuff to the garage.”
“Yes. Mrs. Weyman saw him back the van up to the garage.”
“How about Weyman? Was he home at the time?”
“He was home, but indisposed,” Drake grinned.
Mason looked at his wrist watch. “What else do you have on Rosa Hendrix, anything?”
“Not a thing,” Drake said cheerfully. “Rosa Hendrix is a nice girl, but I have my suspicions about Diana Morgan. That girl seems to know her way around and she has an independent income from some place.”
“How about Wray?” Mason asked. “Does he play around with the redhead after office hours?”
“Apparently not. Wray is quite a mixer, fond of clubs, lodges, smokers and all that sort of stuff. His gregarious instinct seems to have for its ultimate goal the making of contracts and the landing of business for the firm of Prescott & Wray.”