“You didn’t say so.”
“Well, you didn’t give me a chance.”
“I thought,” Mason remarked, “that I’d asked you about what you saw in the house and you told me it was none of my business— Do you mind if I smoke?”
“I didn’t say it was none of your business,” she said, “and I’d very much prefer you didn’t smoke. The odor of tobacco gets in the curtains and stays there.”
Mason nodded. “Where were you when you first heard the sound of sliding tires?”
“I was in the dining room,” she said.
Mason nodded to an open archway and said, “That’s the room?”
“Yes.”
“Would you,” Mason asked, “mind showing me exactly where you were standing?”
She got to her feet with effortless agility and without bending her back. Without a word, she strode through the doorway into the dining room.