Mason said hotly, “You started this party, now go ahead and run it. Tell your big bruiser to try and make me talk-or do you use a rubber hose in this jurisdiction?”
“You mean you’re not going to answer questions?” Scudder demanded.
“I mean I’m not even going to give you a pleasant look,” Mason said.
“Perhaps you’ll tell us something,” Scudder said, facing Della Street. “You’re mixed up in this thing deep enough already. Loyalty is an excellent thing in its place, but you’re carrying it too far...”
“Don’t answer a single question, Della,” Mason ordered.
“You remember a man by the name of Cartman who sailed on the ship from Honolulu with you?”
“Don’t answer, Della,” Mason warned her.
Della Street clamped her lips together.
“You’re not answering?”
She shook her head.