“No,” she said, “I thought that it was legal... Well, when I say it was of doubtful legality, I mean that it was a marriage which would have been illegal if it had been performed in this country... That’s rather difficult to explain... and I don’t know that I care to try.”
“How about the parrot?” Mason asked.
“My hus — Mr. Sabin had always wanted a parrot.”
“I understand that. How long had the parrot been with you?”
“Mr. Sabin brought him home on Friday, the second, I believe it was. It was two days before he left.”
Mason stared in frowning contemplation at the determined profile. “Did you,” he asked, “know that Mr. Sabin purchased this parrot in San Molinas?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the parrot’s name?”
“Casanova.”
“Did you read about the parrot which was found in the mountain cabin?”