“I thank you for sending her to me,” Helmold said. “Some day perhaps I can do something for you, nicht wahr?”
“Possibly,” Mason said. “What name did she give you?”
“Her name?”
“Yes.”
Helmold stepped into the office, thumbed over some records, came out with a card in his hand and said, “The name is Mildred Owens, and the address is General Delivery, Reno. She moves to Reno, and after a while she sends and gets the bird. But not for more than a month, anyway.”
A slow grin spread over the lawyer’s face.
“That is good news?” Helmold asked anxiously, looking over the top of his glasses.
“Very good news,” Mason said. “You know, Karl, I was commencing to think my hunches weren’t right. Now I feel a lot better. Take care of that canary, Karl.”
“Ja, ja. I take care of him. Would you like to look around and—”
“Not today, Karl. I’ll see you some other time. I’m busy right now.”