“In the last two months we’ve spent more than five thousand dollars,” she said. “I know that for a fact.”
“We could do a lot of trading with twenty thousand dollars,” Mason observed, staring out at the blue horizon.
Mrs. Newberry said, “There’s one other element of danger, Mr. Mason, something you’ve got to guard against.”
“What’s that?” Mason asked.
“Have you noticed the man with the broken neck?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “What about him?”
“It isn’t him,” she said. “It’s his nurse. Carl knows her.”
“Well?” Mason asked.
“Don’t you see what that means? He knew her before he married me. She knows him as Carl Moar. If she should see him and recognize him, she’d be sure to call him by the name of Moar.”
“Just what do you know about her?” Mason asked.