“You had the express man call for them while you were there?”
“Yes.”
“Where did you send them?”
“To Mildred Owens, General Delivery, Reno. You see, that’s the name Rosalind had told me she’d register under, so I could keep in touch with her without anyone knowing.”
“Sounds like rather an elaborate set of precautions just to avoid a husband,” Mason pointed out.
“I can’t help it. That’s the truth.”
Mason raised his eyes to Driscoll. “How about you, Driscoll, are you going to keep quiet about my having been here?”
Driscoll said, “You don’t seem to have any confidence in me, and I don’t see why I should have any in you. I’ll give you no promises.”
“Jimmy!” Rosalind Prescott exclaimed. “Can’t you see Mr. Mason is taking a big risk just in order to protect us? Can’t you—”
The telephone rang. Mason pushed past Driscoll to jerk the receiver from its hook and say, “Hello!”