“I may have. I can’t remember now. The whole thing is kind of fuzzy in my memory. You know how it is; a man doesn’t think very much about all of those little transactions. Thinking back on it now, I can remember that at the time I wondered whether she’d been in the city and bought a parrot in there... Come to think of it, I guess I didn’t ask her any questions at all, just gave her what she wanted.”
“Do you have her address?”
“I can find it in the phone book,” Gibbs said.
“Don’t bother,” Mason said, “we’ll look it up. You’d better shut up shop and go home... She’s listed in the telephone book, is she?”
“I think so. If she isn’t, it’s a cinch she’s listed in the city directory. Here, let me look her up.”
Gibbs ran the pages of a thick, blue book through his long, listless fingers, then said, “Here it is, 219 East Wilmington Street. You go out Main Street ten blocks and come to a wide street. That’s Washington. The next street on the other side is Wilmington. Turn to the right and go for two blocks, and you’ll be right near the place.”
Mason said, “Thanks. I wonder if we can compensate you in any way for your trouble...”
“Not at all,” Gibbs said. “I’m glad to do it.”
“Well, we certainly appreciate it.”
“You don’t know whether we’d find Miss Monteith at the library now, or whether she’d be at her residence, do you?” Drake asked.