“If you don’t mind,” Mason said.
“It’s somewhere on Alewa Drive,” Marian Whiting told him. “I’m no good at remembering numbers. Just a minute and I’ll get her last letter.”
She left the room, and Drake said to Mason, “What is this, a run-around, Perry?”
Mason shook his head. “That girl’s on the square, Paul. I’m not so certain about the sister. The sister’s different from her-thicker lips, smoldering eyes, and hair of...” He broke off as Marian Whiting entered the room with some letters in her hand. “It’s 1091 Alewa Drive,” she said.
“Honolulu?” Mason asked.
“That’s right.”
Mason looked at the envelopes, laughed, and said, “I see you’re not a stamp collector.
“Oh, but I am.”
“You haven’t removed the Clipper stamps.”
“No,” she said, “I’m saving the envelopes. That gives me the complete postmark.”