Sudden tears sprang to her eyes. “For Christ’s sake, don’t rub it in! I’ve tuned in on your program. You haven’t given your commercial yet, and I suppose you’re not going to. Now that you’re finished, why not get the hell off the air?”
“Thanks,” Mason said. “I will.”
She followed them as far as the head of the stairs. Her mouth corners were twitching. Tears were trickling down her cheeks, but she stood slim, straight, and defiant, watching the two men through the outer door.
As they walked across the street to the car, Mason said, “Judging from the way that banker talked, and your comments about her record in the apartment house, I thought we’d find a red light burning over the door.”
“Remember,” Drake said, “I was only taking the evidence of the people who had the apartment next door and the landlady who ran the joint.”
“All right,” Mason said, “suppose they were right? This kid’s young. Conway wanted to use her in that check business. The way he sold her was by promising to marry her when he made the stake.”
“Think he strung her along for the check business?” Drake asked, easing the car into gear.
“Of course, he did,” Mason said.
“How about his family?”
Mason said, “There may be something there.”