“Bosh!” she said. “Helen Monteith murdered him! I found out all about her. However, I suppose you’re quite capable of dragging Steve into it in order to save her, aren’t you?”
Mason smiled and said, “Quite.”
“Are you going to give me those checks?”
“No.”
“You’ll wish you had.”
“By the way,” Mason observed amiably, “the inquest is to be held tonight in San Molinas. I believe the sheriff has a subpoena for you, and...”
She stamped her foot. “It’s just the same as larceny. I think there’s a law covering that. All property belonging to the decedent...”
“Is a forged check property?” Mason asked.
“Well, I want them anyway.”
“I gathered you did,” Mason observed affably.