“Why?” John Milicant asked.
“Judge Treadwell might think she was waiting to sink her hooks into Leeds as soon as the court freed him,” Mason said.
“I get you,” Milicant nodded. “That’s good advice. Come on, Phyllis. I have to rush to keep an appointment.”
Chapter 4
Judge Treadwell’s courtroom was well crowded. Phyllis Leeds, seated within the bar, looking ill at ease, returned Mason’s reassuring smile with a nervous twist of the lips.
She indicated that she wanted to whisper to him, and Mason bent down so his ear was close to her lips. “Why all the people?” she asked.
Mason said, “Newspaper notoriety, money, romance, and a fight. People flock to that combination like flies to a honey jar... Now can you give me a line on the other relatives without seeming to point them out?”
“I think so,” she said. “That’s Jason talking with the lawyer now. The man seated back of him is Uncle Freeman.”
Mason sized them up, and said, “Your Uncle Freeman looks like an opinionated cuss.”
“He is,” she said. “When he once gets an idea in his head, you can’t blast it out with dynamite.”