“I want to talk with you, Miss Monteith,” he said.
“Who are you?” she asked sharply.
“Mason is the name,” he said. “I’m a lawyer, representing Charles Sabin.”
“What do you want with me?”
“I want to talk with you.”
“What about?”
“About Fremont C. Sabin.”
“I don’t think I have anything to say.”
“Don’t be silly,” Mason told her. “The thing has gone so far now it’s entirely out of your hands.”
“What do you mean?”