Mason nodded.
“Good heavens, no,” she said. “I did leave an envelope on the purser’s desk. I was paying the chits I’d signed on shipboard.”
“That’s probably it,” Mason said. “One of the room stewards saw you leaving an envelope. So much for that. Now, how about the patient you brought over with you? What happened to him?”
She flashed Eves a swift glance.
Eves said, “He doesn’t enter into it. He didn’t hear the conversation. He had a broken neck and paid Evelyn for bringing him over. She ran into a little trouble. He wanted to hold out some of the money, but she brought him up to my place. His relatives were to come up there and get him. I sent Evelyn up here so it wouldn’t cramp my style. After the cheap chiselers saw they were dealing with someone who knew the ropes they didn’t make any more trouble. They paid up nice and sweet.”
“Where’s Cartman now?” Mason asked.
“I don’t know,” Eves said, “and what’s more I don’t give a damn. His friends took him. I do know they’d never have moved him if they hadn’t kicked through and lived up to the agreement they made with Evelyn.”
Mason took a folded, blank subpoena from his pocket. “All right,” he said, “I’m going to subpoena you. How do you want the subpoena made — to Evelyn Whiting or Evelyn Eves?”
“Better make it Evelyn Whiting,” Eves said. “My interlocutory ain’t final yet. I suppose they could punch the marriage full of holes if they wanted to, and the D.A.’d probably like to get something on me. It’ll help your case a lot more if I don’t enter into it. I’ve got a record a yard and a half long, in case you don’t know it.
“I know it,” Mason said.