“Of course not. You don’t think Louie was that simple, do you? When a man has a gold mine, he doesn’t give his friends a chance to jump the claim.
“Well, I bought the business. I thought it would be a good thing to move it, but I kept the name because it was a mail-order business.”
“Go ahead,” Mason told him.
“The law raided my dump. I was out. They picked up a lot of incriminating stuff, but couldn’t prove any deliveries. My assistant was smart enough to dump the tickets where they’d be absolutely safe.”
“The officers will pick up your mail as it comes in,” Mason said.
Serle laughed. “That’s what you think. As soon as I heard about it, I beat it to the post office the very first thing and left a change of address. There won’t be a single letter come into the dump.”
“Nice going,” Mason observed.
Serle looked pleased with himself.
“Then what?” Mason asked.
“Then, of course, I went to Conway. I was sore. I thought he’d sold me something hot.”