Mason took the glasses from Della Street, left them on the top of his desk. Drake grinned and said, “Oh, go ahead and put them in the drawer, Perry. I know where you keep it — the right-hand bottom drawer. I’d be a hell of a detective if I didn’t know that.”
Mason grinned. “Got some men you can put on Emily Milicant when she leaves, Paul?”
“Yes.”
Mason said, “Any husbands in her life, Paul?”
“She’s reputed to have married a man by the name of Hogarty,” Drake said, “but I haven’t the details.”
“What happened to him? Was she divorced?”
“I don’t know. I guess so. She’s going under her maiden name.”
The telephone rang. Mason said, “Wait a minute, Paul. This is probably Phyllis Leeds. I told Gertrude not to ring this phone unless it was someone connected with the Leeds case.”
Mason said, “Hello,” and Phyllis Leeds, talking rapidly, said, “Mr. Mason, Uncle Alden wasn’t home. When we got here, the place had been ransacked.”
“You mean the whole house?”