“You can leave a message with me,” Mrs. Winters said. “I’ll see that she gets it and... but...”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to see her personally,” Mason said, jumping into the car and signaling for Della Street to drive on.
“Put down that gun, Helen!” the parrot on the porch screamed. “Don’t shoot! Squawk. Squawk. My God, you’ve shot me!”
Della Street lurched the car into motion.
Mason said, “Okay, Paul, find her. Get out and start using the telephone. Spread operatives all over the country. Get a description of her car and the license number from the Motor Vehicle Department or from the Assessor’s Office or wherever you can. Try the sister in Edenglade.”
“Where are you going?” Drake asked.
“I’m heading for Sabin’s place in town,” Mason told him. “I think the chances are about even that she’s headed there, and I want to beat her to it if I can.”
“What do I do with her if I find her?” Drake asked.
“Put her where no one can talk with her until after I do.”
“That,” Drake said, “is something of a large order, Perry.”