A few seconds later, Drake knocked at the door, and Mason let him in.
Chapter 6
The detective draped himself over the black leather chair as limply lugubrious as crepe hanging on a door. “Hell,” he said, “that bozo is as wise as a tree full of owls.”
“Meaning Milicant?” Mason asked.
“Meaning Milicant,” Drake said. “I put a man on him when he left your office, and got another man to tag along for relief. Milicant never even looked back. He went right along about his business, leading the fellows on a merry chase while he put on a swell act of a man about town keeping business appointments. Then when he got ready, he ditched them so neatly that it wasn’t even funny. Of course, he made a beautiful build-up by never looking behind him, never acting at all suspicious, and going right on about his business.”
“Any chance it was accidental?” Mason asked.
“None whatever,” Drake said. “These boys weren’t exactly amateurs, you know — even if Milicant did make them look like it.”
“That makes him look more and more like Conway,” Mason said.
“It does for a fact.”
“All right, Paul,” Mason said. “Within the next few minutes, Emily Milicant is going to be at the office. I’m going to tell her things which will make her hunt up her brother. You have men ready to take over when she leaves the office.”