Marian Whiting looked up and said, “I’m not supposed to tell you about this, Mr. Mason. I’d forgotten about him being in that photograph.”
“Of course,” Mason said, “I don’t want to pry into your sister’s private affairs. I take it this is some young man she’s friendly with?”
“He’s her husband.”
Mason remained silent.
“Sis was secretly married and went to Honolulu. She’s over there on her honeymoon. That’s Morgan Eves, her husband. She’s not ready to announce the marriage yet.”
“I see,” Mason said. “Then she’s still over in the Islands on her honeymoon?”
“Yes.”
“Her husband still with her?”
“Of course.”
“Looks like a nice chap,” Mason said. “I would size him up as a bond salesman.”