“Collecting evidence,” Mason told her.
“Evidence of what?”
“Evidence of what may have been a motive for the murder of Fremont C. Sabin.”
“Bosh,” she said. “Mr. Bolding doesn’t have any such evidence.”
“You are familiar with what he has then?” Mason asked.
“I didn’t come here to be cross-examined,” she said. “I have some business to transact with Mr. Bolding, and I don’t care to have you present at my conversation.”
“Very well,” Mason said, and bowed himself out into the corridor.
He had just reached the elevator when he heard a door open and close with a violent bang. He heard running feet in the corridor and turned to find Mrs. Sabin bearing down upon him with ominous purpose.
“You got those papers from Bolding,” she charged.
“Indeed,” Mason said.