Hungerford nodded, passed over a slip of paper. “She wrote it down for me. She said she’d prefer to talk with you some time after we dock. She’ll do everything she can.”
Mason took the slip of paper, said, “I’m going in now to talk with Mrs. Newberry.”
“I wanted to, but they wouldn’t let me see her,” Hungerford said. “Would you mind telling her... well... where I stand, Mr. Mason?”
“I’ll tell her,” Mason said, gripping Roy Hungerford’s arm, “and I wish you luck, Roy.”
A guard was standing in front of Mrs. Newberry’s cabin. He nodded to Mason. “I want to see my client,” Mason said.
The guard stood to one side. Mason knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” Mrs. Newberry asked.
“Mason, ” he said.
She opened the door. Her eyes showed that she’d had a sleepless night. “Come in,” she said, and dropped dejectedly into a chair as the lawyer shut the door.
Mason sat down beside her. “We’ll be docking within half an hour,” he said. “Are you prepared for it?”