She eyed the two men a moment in silent appraisal, then stood to one side and said, “Come in.”
When they were seated, Mason said, “It’s about your sister.”
“Oh, you mean Evelyn?”
“Yes.”
“Are you newspapermen?”
“No,” Mason said, “we’re just gathering facts. I wanted to find out about your sister’s friendship with Carl Moar.”
“Why?” Marian Whiting asked, her eyes suddenly defiant.
Mason returned her stare, smiled and said, “You win. I’m Perry Mason. I’m a lawyer representing Mrs. Moar. I’m collecting facts.”
“What does my sister have to do with it?”
“I don’t know,” Mason said. “Probably nothing. I’m simply investigating.”