She beckoned to him to come in without going through the reception room of his office."Someone laying for me, Della?" he asked."Mrs. Tump and Byrl Gailord."Mason said, "Her appointment wasn't until two o'clock.""I know it, but they're all worked up about something. They say that they have to see you right away."Mason said, "I thought I'd pick you up for a bite of lunch.""I've tried to stall them off," she said. "They won't stall… They're biting fingernails and whispering.""What's the girl look like?""Not what you'd call beautiful, but she has a swell figure, and she can turn on plenty of personality. Her features aren't much, but she could get by in a bathing – girl parade anywhere. Her hair is darkish, her eyes black. She goes in for vivid coloring in clothes, throws lots of hand motions in with her talk, and seems full of life."Mason said, "I'll see them now and get it over with… We ran into something out there, Della.""What was it?""Albert Tidings," he said, "nicely drilled with a revolver shot, probably a thirty – eight caliber, not suicide because there were no powder burns on the clothes or skin; and the officers can't find the fatal gun.
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