“Run away from what?” Mason asked.
“From what happened.”
Her voice became almost a whisper. “I can’t tell you — over the phone,” she said.
Mason said, “Now listen carefully, Marcia, watch your answers. Does anyone know you’re in San Francisco?”
“No.”
“Have you quarreled with your boy friend?”
“No... not a quarrel... I can’t...”
“Is he angry?”
“No, no! Can’t you understand? He isn’t...”
“And he won’t be angry?” Mason interrupted. “Never be angry again?”