“You will be by the time that family gets done with you,” Mason told her grimly.
“You want me to run away?”
“No, that’s exactly what I don’t want. If the situation hasn’t clarified itself by tomorrow, we’ll... well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
She reached her decision. “Very well,” she said, “I’ll go.”
Mason said to Della Street, “You’ll go in her car, Della.”
“Shall I communicate with you, Chief?” she asked.
“No,” Mason said. “There are some things I want to find out, and other things I don’t want to know anything about.”
“I get you, Chief,” she said. “Come on, Miss Monteith. We haven’t any time to waste around here.”
Mason stood on the curb, watching the car, until the tail-light became a red pin-point in the distance. Then he turned toward the huge, gloomy house with its somber atmosphere of massive respectability.