“I think they moved him,” Mason said.
“I haven’t seen nor heard any ambulance.”
“You’ve known her husband long?” Mason asked.
“Oh, ever since he’s been here.”
“Did you see him before... before...?”
“You mean before he got married? Oh, yes, he was in here getting some things and I chatted with him. By the way, how was that picture frame I sent up? Was that what Mrs. Eves wanted? She ordered it over the telephone and I rushed upstairs with it.”
“I think I heard her say it was a little small,” Mason said.
“Well, it was just the size she ordered. She told me to get her an oval frame for a picture which had been trimmed down from an eight by ten print into an oval size.”
Mason said, “I don’t know much about it. After all, I’m just a neighbor.”
She gave him his change and handed Mason the package. Mason thanked her, tucked the package under his arm and stepped out into the drizzle.