No sign of him, Dino said. What? How interested? He waited for the names associated with the swipe cards to cascade down the screen. At that time in the morning, the floor should have been filled with stiffs like him. He pushed it open and poked his head in.Hello, Ellen, Fred? Its Travis Devine. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute. How can you know for sure? Which one? The moon, a few days past the full, made a shimmering path of silver in the east, and served to illuminate Masons objective, an island connected with the mainland by a fifty-foot steel-and-concrete bridge. Then, after all this time, Pete Cadiz rings me up to tell me he has a letter that had been tossed overboard from the Thayerbelle. I didnt think anything of it, thought it must have been some prank, but since hed gone to the trouble of ringing me up I told him to bring it in and Id pay him for the trip, and … well, there I was, caught flat-footed. Hold it, Della Street said. Im coming across to your side. She slid from the right side across under the steering wheel, with a tantalizing flash of shapely legs, and then was standing on the sidewalk, shaking her skirts down and placing her purse under her arm as she walked up to the door with Perry Mason. No. He pushed past her as people on the street gawked and started whispering. Now heres another question: Lutts got the information that connected my purchase of the stock in the Sylvan Glade Development Company with Sybil Harlan through a bank leak, but where did Enright Harlan get that information?He says Roxy got it from Mrs. Doxey. Mrs. Doxey denies that. I agree, Stone replied. Slick smiled.I prefer to think of us as having been a bit careless here and there. Mason said,If you wanted to get evidence, why didnt you employ a detective? The Stations of the Cross on both walls, the statues of the Virgin and Jesus on opposite sides of the altar, the altar itself where nothing less than the Body of Christ was said to reside in the form of small thin wafers of bread, the pulpit from which the teachings of the church were spoken to us every weekend... and the sensual aspects of the altar, the scents of wine and burning candles and on occasion the sweet, almost hallucinogenic, aroma of heavy incense... all this made me feel devout as I served in my pretend-priest costume of white surplice and black cassock... Finally Murfin said,I like your moustache..