Mason said, “Suit yourself,” and handed the subpoena to Paul Drake.
Drake, crossing over to her, said, “Under those circumstances, you get a subpoena to appear in court tomorrow morning at ten o’clock and testify on behalf of the defendant in the case of the People versus Alden Leeds.”
“But I can’t come to court. I mustn’t.”
Drake shrugged his shoulders, “That’s your funeral, sister.” “But I don’t know anything that would help anyone. I know nothing whatever about that murder.”
“Save it for the witness stand,” Drake said.
“All right, I will,” she said defiantly, “and don’t think my testimony is going to help Alden Leeds any, because it won’t.”
“What do you know about Alden Leeds?” Drake asked.
“That’s none of your business. Put me on the witness stand, and I’ll tell.”
Drake said conversationally, “Too bad about Jason Carrel. He said he didn’t know you. Unfortunately, he was testifying under oath in a murder trial, and a court reporter took down what he said.”
There was a triumphant glitter in her eyes. “Put me on the witness stand,” she challenged. “I dare you!”