“Now,” Mason said, with a grin, “you’re getting into the real legal problem.”
“What’s the answer?” Sabin asked.
“That,” Mason told him, “depends very much on what we can find out by examining Helen Watkins Sabin on the witness stand. Suppose, Mr. Sabin, you attend the inquest at San Molinas tonight. I think the sheriff will be broadminded enough to see that a complete investigation is made. Some interesting facts should be uncovered.”
The telephone on Mason’s unlisted private wire buzzed sharply. Mason picked up the receiver to hear Paul Drake’s voice saying, “Are you busy right now, Perry?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone there in connection with this case?”
“Yes.”
“I think,” Drake said, “you’d better arrange to meet me outside the office.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Mason said. “The clients who are in the office are just finishing up their business. I’ll see you in just a moment or two.”
He hung up the telephone and extended his hand to Sabin. “I’m glad to learn about that will,” he said.