“You’ll be booked on suspicion of murder.”
“But that’s absurd.”
“It isn’t absurd, looking at it from the police viewpoint,” Mason said. “It isn’t even absurd looking at it from any common-sense reconstruction of the evidence.”
She was silent for a few seconds, thinking over what he had said, then she turned to him and asked, “Just whom do you represent?”
“Charles Sabin.”
“And what are you trying to do?”
Mason said, “Among other things, I’m trying to clear up this murder case. I’m trying to find out what happened.”
“What is your interest in me?”
“You,” Mason told her, “are in a spot. My training has been to sympathize with the underdog and fight for him.”
“But I’m not an underdog.”