“He’s an executive.”
“Where?”
“In a big company.”
“What sort of a company?”
She smiled sweetly at him, and said, “After all, it was the wrist watch that was stolen, wasn’t it? Mr. Rooney wasn’t stolen, was he?”
“I don’t know,” Mason countered. “Was he?”
“Not that I ever heard of.”
“He isn’t married, is he?”
“Poof!”
“No kidding, is he?”