Chapter 2 Chapter two

Nearly two o'clock, the gorgeous Delafon came back from the beauty salon. "How do I look?" Della said, standing in front of Mason, turning slowly. "Looks like a lady." "I can't make you feel ashamed of me at a dinner party." "Shame?" Mason yelled. "You will be queen tonight..." At this time, the phone rang three short and sharp beeps. This was a message from the switchboard outside, informing that there was an emergency that needed to be dealt with immediately.Soon, Gertie—the switchboard and reception lady appeared at the door.

She closed the door carefully and said: "There is a Mr. Judson Wanney who wants to see Miss Della on an urgent personal matter. He wants to meet 'alone.'" "My boyfriend is here," Della said. "Your what?" asked Gertie, her eyes wide and round. "Only temporarily," Della replied with a smile. "I'm going to meet him right now." Gertie leaves the office. "I want to see this man," Mason said to Della. "If you can arrange it." "I'll arrange it." Della disappeared outside the door. After a while, Mason's phone rang, and he picked up the receiver. It turned out that it was Della calling.

"Della, where are you?" he asked. "I'm in the office outside," she replied. "He couldn't hear me when I was talking." "Say it!" "Things are kind of weird. He didn't see anyone but me at first, and after we talked for a while, he asked who was going to accompany me to the dinner. When he knew it was you, he was confused and said he was a little confused. Now , he wants to meet with you. He looks like he's under a lot of stress." "See if he wants to come in and meet," Mason said. "Bring him in if you like."

"He will, and we'll be there in two minutes," Della said. Less than a minute after Mason hung up, the door opened, and Della said, "Mr. Mason, this is Judson Wanney. He is the manager of Warren Enterprises." Wang Ni is tall and burly, with a smile on his face, revealing Hexi's leisurely atmosphere.He bowed forward and shook Mason's hand. "Hello, Mr. Mason," he said. "Sorry to bother you, but I came here to say hello because Della told me you'd be with her to dinner. Della and I were friends from high school, and she was a freshman when I was a senior , but I have been paying attention to her since then...then gradually lost contact due to separation."

"Then how did you find her?" Mason asked blankly. "Easiest way in the world," Wanney replied. "While I was walking down the street yesterday, she happened to be driving by. I recognized her and she parked the car in a nearby parking lot. As I was passing that place, I asked the waiter in the shop if Miss Della was theirs. Regular customer. He told me that Miss Della leased the parking space on a monthly basis, and as far as he knew, Della worked for Attorney Paley Mason." "So," Wanney said with a laugh. "That's the story. I could actually make up a mystery and describe myself as a super-sleuth. But usually I like to tell the truth."

When his blue eyes met Mason's, they revealed full sincerity. "Is that true?" Mason asked. Della caught Wannie's eyes and shook her head. Wanney smiled shyly: "Forget it, this is a story I made up. In fact, I was instructed by my boss, Horace Warren, to make up a story about my friendship with Miss Streeter." Reasonable explanation is the only way to invite her to the dinner party in the name of a friend. On the other hand, I don't want this long-lost friendship to appear abruptly, so I was instructed to ask Miss Streeter to bring her own company. So she Tell me, and you will escort me there."

Mason nodded. "All right," Wanney said. "That's the story I made up for Della, the old school days, the parking lot... I'll have to rehearse it a few times." "Can't you do better?" Mason asked. "Yes," Wani said. "Actually, I have a better story, but it can be suspicious." "Do you think anyone would question it?" Mason asked. Wanney said cautiously: "I don't know, I just hope I'm safe, I seem to be kept in the dark. I don't know what's going on, I just follow the instructions and follow the instructions. I was ordered to make up A story that stands the test of time."

"Is that all you know?" Mason asked. "Yes, that's all I know," Wanney said. "But I'd love to say something of my own." "What is it?" "Whatever the drug is in this gourd," Wanney said, his expression becoming serious, his eyes dull, "it's better not to involve Lorna Warren." Mason raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you particularly concerned that Lorna's rights should be properly protected?" "Not really," Wanney said. "However, let me think about it, I think I do care. Lorna is the sweetest, kindest person I have ever met, she is peaceful, quiet, patient and considerate. She is very good to everyone in the company .”

"Wait," Wanney said. "I suddenly felt that there must be a reason behind all this nonsense. Maybe Warren didn't really want to invite Della to the dinner. He is interested in you. I hope you don't blame me for speaking rashly." "Please continue." Mason said in an encouraging tone. "Warren is my employer and I am very loyal to him in business. Her wife Lorna is a very special person. Please don't misunderstand me, Mr. Mason. I feel about Lorna as my colleague I feel the same way about her. We love her, we even adore her. I would be terribly annoyed if I assisted a lawyer at a dinner and it ended up causing the lawyer to act against Lorna."

"You're not going to wait for my opinion?" Mason asked. "I'm waiting to be taught." Mason said: "I have no interest in Warren or Lorna, so I have no reason to do anything that violates Lorna's rights." Wannie's expression brightened. "Well, let's take it that way," Wanney said. "That makes me feel better... There's no need for hypocrisy between us. You will be there at seven o'clock, and I will have the honor of giving Miss Streeter a platonic kiss on the cheek? Anyway, you are my The most proud beauty in high school, but unattainable."

"Is that when you were a senior and she was a freshman?" Mason asked. Wanney made a grimace and said, "You tell this story in a polite and sarcastic lawyer's tone, which is obviously not convincing enough." "Then why are you using this story?" "It's the only story that stands up to scrutiny." "Has anyone told you that you might be questioned?" "I was ordered to make up a story with no superficial flaws, and I only followed orders." Della said mischievously: "Looking at the old school friendship and your hidden and well-disguised emotions, you can give me a cheek kiss tonight. We also have to catch up, talk about the old days, and Teacher or something." "Great," Wanney said. "The purpose of my coming is to discuss the basic principles with you so that things can go smoothly tonight." He saluted with a smile, walked towards the door, turned around and stopped to look at Mason when he reached the door, the smile was no longer on his face. "I want to know the whole story of this matter," he said. "Wait a minute," Mason said. "Wannie, I don't like the story you made up...can you think of a better one?" Wannie went back inside and stared at the floor thoughtfully for a long moment when suddenly he snapped his fingers. "I have an idea," he exclaimed happily: "Sea trip! Four years ago, I sailed the Caribbean Sea to South America... The moonlight on the deck and the spicy scent in the warm air are wonderful! History Miss Tritter, this is where we met." Della tossed Wanney a smile. Although Mason showed a skeptical expression, he didn't say anything. It wasn't until after Wannie left the office that he looked at Della thoughtfully and commented: "Your old friend is either an excellent actor or a great actor." fraud." Della blinked her eyes and said, "I guess you will take special care of Derek tonight to collect Wannie's fingerprints, right?" "Not bad." Mason said.