Mason turned to Della Street. “Della, how about your baggage?”
“I have my things nearly all packed.”
“I’m not talking about your things,” he told her. “How about your baggage?”
“You mean my suitcases, trunks and things?”
“Yes.”
“Oh,” she said, “I’ll get by. I’ve borrowed a couple of trunks and—”
“I have an idea which beats that all to pieces,” Mason interrupted. “Why not let Rita Swaine pay for your baggage? I have a scheme by which—”
“Now listen, Chief,” she interrupted. “ I’m going to catch that boat. If you’re thinking up any stunt which’ll land me in jail you can forget it right now.”
“No,” he told her, “this’ll be perfectly legal.”
“Never mind if it’s legal,” she said. “Will it look legal?”