“That means nothing to me,” Bolding said.
“As Fremont C. Sabin’s heir, Charles Sabin is entitled to any information you have.”
“I think not.”
“To whom will you communicate this information?”
“To no one.”
Mason crossed his long legs and settled back in the chair. “Charles Sabin,” he said, “wanted me to tell you that he thought your bill was too high.”
The handwriting expert blinked his moist eyes several times in rapid succession. “But I haven’t submitted one yet,” he said.
“I know; but Sabin thinks it’s too high.”
“Well, what’s that got to do with it?”
“Sabin,” Mason said, “will probably be the executor of the estate.”