“Yes, it’s being chased down.”
“How about her baggage? Where was that taken?”
“Taken to storage,” Drake told him. “She gave checks to a storage company, and the address she gave the storage company was the Wavecrest Apartment address.”
Mason said irritably, “I never knew a girl to leave such a broad back trail and then have it vanish so completely.”
The telephone rang. Drake picked up the receiver, listened and said, “Okay, Perry, we’ve traced that car. It’s registered to a Morgan Eves who lives at 3618 Stockton Boulevard. Do we go there?”
Mason said, “We go there, but first I want to ring up Della and tell her what we’re doing and see if the district attorney’s released Belle Newberry.”
Drake passed the telephone over to Mason. Mason dialed the number of the hotel and said, “This is Mr. Mason talking. Connect me with my suite, please.”
After a moment, the operator’s voice said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Mason. They don’t answer. I don’t think there’s anyone in there.”
“There must be,” Mason insisted. “Miss Street, my secretary, is there waiting for instructions—”
“Miss Street went out just a few minutes after you left, Mr. Mason,” the operator said. “I saw her go past my desk.”