Mason raised his eyebrows. “What was it?”
“No,” she said, “it doesn’t concern you. You’re investigating the automobile accident. What do you want to know about it?”
“Everything you know about it,” Mason said.
“Well,” she said, “I was here in my house at the time.”
“Did you actually see the accident?”
Her face showed disappointment. “I heard the sound of sliding tires and ran to the window just about the time of the crash. The cars were locked together and skidding. Then they struck the curb with an awful crash. The man who was driving the van jumped down and tried to get the door of the coupe open, but he couldn’t do it. Then he ran around to the other side of the coupe, and by that time the man had run out of the Prescott house. He helped—”
“What man?” Mason interrupted her.
“A man I’d seen over there earlier.”
Mason raised his eyes and said, “Oh, you had seen him, then.”
“Of course I’d seen him.”