“Who are you?”
“The name’s Mason.”
“Who’s the guy with you?”
“His name’s Drake.”
“Well, what’s your racket?”
“Believe it or not,” Mason said, “we don’t have any. I thought I’d let you know about that check. Of course, Phyllis knows all about it.”
“Oh, she does, does she?”
“And Emily,” Mason observed.
For a split second, all trace of color left the girl’s face. Her eyes darkened with apprehension. “Emily knows about it!”
“Yes, Emily Hodgkins,” Mason went on.