Standing on the curb in front of Coontz Cutter’s office, Drake mopped his forehead with a handkerchief, looked reproachfully at the lawyer and said, “Perry, you told me you were only going to carry on the act until she flushed Rooney from cover.”
Mason said, “Well, I changed my mind.”
“I don’t suppose it makes any difference to you that you damn near scared me to death, ” Drake said. “How did you know he’d done embezzling?”
“I didn’t,” Mason confessed. “It was just a hunch. When he latchkeyed the door of that apartment I figured it would be a good time to see it through.”
A cruising cab saw Mason’s signal, swung into the curb.
“What would have happened if we hadn’t been able to make it stick? ” Drake asked.
Mason grinned. “You’d probably have had your supper in jail, Paul.”
“Good Lord, Perry, you take awful chances,” Drake said, as he climbed into the cab.
“I like to gamble,” Mason told him.
“I’ll say you do!”