Chapter 7 Chapter Six

Near noon the next day, Derek's characteristic knock on the door sounded in Mason's office. Della opened the door to let him in, and Derek said, "Perry, I have a few things to report to you that I thought would be of interest to you." "What's the matter?" Mason asked. "First thing," Derek said. "Sophia is telling the truth. She has an account at the Sunset National Bank and deposits five dollars a month. Recently, she received a hundred dollars and asked for brand new hundred dollars." Mason frowned. "It looked as though she had orchestrated the loss of money and she had control over how much was lost," Derek said.

"That's one possible explanation," Mason said. "What else do you say?" "It's probably nothing but my own bias," Derek said. "I spoke to the receptionist at Gigo." "Go on," Mason said. "It's not the same guy selling pencils every day," says Derek. Mason sat up suddenly. "what!" "The receptionist said so," Derek said. "Of course she is not very sure, but I think she is a person with keen observation skills. She said that there are two women selling pencils. They look and dress very similar, and they both wear dark sunglasses and pretend to be blind. Fumbling all the way with crutches, and taking a taxi to do business. But the reception lady kept saying that the shoes of the two of them gave away the secret. One of them seemed to have a swelling under the right thumb, and the shoe was specially made. The other was completely normal. So She jokingly called one of them Mrs Lame and the other Mrs Goodfoot."

"Did she tell anyone about this?" Mason asked. "She told the company's switchboard lady." "Have you talked to this switchboard lady?" "No. They're about to hold a general meeting of shareholders. Some shareholders want to rebel, and they can't get through the phone." Mason said, "Paul, I want you to find someone good enough to go to Jigo's and find out who the other woman is. We already know one of them, and now we need to find out the identity of the other. But don't ask the taxi. Driver, they might say it. I think the two women may each have a regular taxi driver, or they may share a driver. So I want you to find a sharp detective and drive to follow the taxi to see if he takes Where to send the woman back, so that you can know where the first woman lives... What are you laughing at?"

"It's done," Derek said. "When did it happen?" Mason asked. "About an hour ago." "Good job, Paul." Derek said: "As soon as I found out that there were two women selling, I called a detective and drove over. I told him to wait until the blind woman appeared and follow her. Oh, the one who lived with Mrs. Elwood Is your young niece, Catherine, a client of yours?" Mason thought for a while and said, "Catherine's nickname is Kit, and she is a waitress at an epoch-making restaurant in Madison City. She is my client, but not yours. So I will bear the cost of this, at least for now. .”

"Is she beautiful?" Derek asked. "Nothing to say," Della said. Derek said: "Perry, I don't think this case is easy, I'd better meet your client." Mason smiled. "Paul, you'll see if there's a follow-up." After Derek left, Mason said to Della: "Call Catherine at the Times Square restaurant in the city. Just say I have something to talk to her about, and if she can't answer the phone, ask her to call Mason's office back." Della called as she said, only to hear her say: "I understand, thank you, please ask her to call Mason's office...No way...I understand...Thank you."

Della put down the phone, turned to Mason and said, "She's on duty. He said the waiters aren't allowed to answer the phone or leave messages when they're on duty." Mason said, "Well, Della, let's go over there for lunch and ask the head waiter to appoint Catherine to our table and see how it goes. Also, call Tracy's. They sell used cars, you know. That guy. Tell him I have a client who needs transportation and will probably buy a car in a month, but I want him to get a used car to drive her for five or six days first, so she doesn't have to take the bus all the time. A girl , waiting for the bus in the middle of the night is very dangerous."

Della nodded. "The file number for this case is 32-24-32." "What does that mean?" Mason asked. Della smiled and said, "I mean, some people are just luckier." "Oh," Mason said with a smile. "I see. You mean something." "It's not that there are words in the words, but there are curves in the words." Della said. "Would you like to invite Paul to dinner with us?" Mason hesitated for a moment, smiled and said, "No. Let's try to see if Paul will eat there too. It's best to meet unexpectedly." "32-24-32," Della said, dialing the phone. "I'll help you find Mr. Trish."