“What did you want to know?”
“How long ago did she first become acquainted with Carl Moar?”
“Oh, heavens, I don’t know. It’s been... Let’s see... it must have been five or six years.”
“How long did the friendship continue?”
“Up until two or three months before Carl was married.”
“You’re certain it didn’t continue up until the time of marriage?”
“Of course I am,” she said. “Sis saw him on the street in Los Angeles two or three months ago, but it was just a casual meeting.”
“Was there any particular reason why your sister terminated her friendship with Carl Moar shortly before his marriage?” Mason asked. “In other words, did any other woman come between them?”
“Good heavens, no. If you want the truth, I think Carl gave Sis some bad financial advice. Of course Carl meant all right, but you know how those things are. Sis had about a thousand dollars she’d saved up and Carl told her he thought he could make her a hundred percent profit. She gave him the money and received interest on it for a while, and then lost everything.”
“What was the nature of the investment?” Mason asked.