“He said something about a sweepstakes once, and the other times he said lottery.”
“Well, call for a showdown,” Mason said impatiently. “Ask him just what lottery it was. After all, you’re his wife. You’re entitled to know.”
She shook her head emphatically. “It would never do any good to talk with Carl that way. He’d lie out of it and it would simply make matters worse. When I have another talk with him, I want to have all the cards in my hand so I can play them. I want to know.”
“What do you want to know?” Mason asked.
“I want to be absolutely certain,” she said, “that he did embezzle that money. That’s where I want your help.”
“What did you want me to do?” Mason asked.
“Get in communication with your office,” she said. “Have your associates make a quiet investigation and find out whether Carl really embezzled the money.”
“And if he did, then what?”
“Then,” she said, “I’m going to take steps to protect Belle and safeguard her happiness as much as I can.”
“How?” Mason asked.