“No. It’s about Mother.”
“What about her?” Mason asked.
“What’s she been telling you about Dad?”
“What makes you think that she’s told me anything about your father?” Mason asked.
She waited for an advantageous roll of the ship, then pushed him into a deep-cushioned chair. “Sit down,” she said, “and like it. I see this is going to be one of those interviews where I’ll ask you questions and you’ll answer with questions.”
“After all,” Mason told her, “if you want information, you could ask your mother.”
“I could,” she said, “but I’m not doing it.”
“Why not?”
“Because she... Wait a minute, I almost gave you a straight answer. I shouldn’t do it. I’ll have to think up a question... Why should I ask my mother?”
“Who else is there to ask?” he inquired.