“No, in the Klondike.”
“When?” Mason asked.
“Around 1906 and 1907. Ever hear of the ‘M and N Dance Hall’ in Dawson, Perry?”
“Seems to me I’ve heard something about it.”
Drake said, “There were two dance halls, the ‘ M and N ’ and the ‘ Flora Dora.’ Emily Milicant was in the ‘ M and N.’”
Mason said, “Well, now we’re commencing to get some place. That makes Emily Milicant a lot more understandable to me. She may have known Leeds up in the Klondike. Get your men working, Paul, and let’s see what they can turn up.”
“Okay,” Drake said. “How did you burn the carpet, Perry?”
“Oh,” Mason said, “Della did it. — It was arson. Get her to tell you about it sometime.”
Drake jackknifed himself up out of the chair. “Hell, Perry, don’t try to arouse my curiosity. I haven’t any. I wouldn’t investigate that damn carpet unless you paid me for it.”
Mason grinned. “How about Emily Milicant?”