“Then you don’t think the big-shot gamblers were trying to listen in on Sabin’s telephone conversations?”
“Not one chance in a hundred. They just pulled in their horns and took a vacation... To tell you the truth, Perry, it looks more like a private job to me.”
“You mean private detectives?”
“Yes.”
“Employed by whom?” Mason asked.
“Mrs. Sabin, on a hunch,” Drake told him. “Taken by and large, Perry, that woman doesn’t seem to me to be exactly dumb.”
“No,” Mason admitted, “her mother didn’t raise many foolish children... You have your car, Paul?”
“Yes. Why?”
“I have a job for you.”
“What is it?”