“But you can listen all right?”
“Yes. Go ahead. What is it?”
“I think I’ve found your murderer — at any rate, I’ve got a lead on that profane parrot, and a swell description of the man that bought him.”
“Where?”
“At San Molinas.”
“Keep talking,” Mason told him.
“A man by the name of Arthur Gibbs runs a pet shop in San Molinas. It’s known as the Fifth Avenue Pet Shop. On Friday the second, a seedy-looking chap came in to buy a parrot in a hurry. Gibbs remembers it, because the man didn’t seem to care anything about the parrot except its appearance. Gibbs sold him this profane parrot. He thinks the man didn’t know about its habit of cussing... I think you’d better talk with Gibbs, Mason.”
“Any details?” Mason asked.
“I’ve got a swell description.”
“Does it fit anyone?” Mason inquired.