Mason slowed the car, started reaching for his wallet containing his driver’s license. The siren wailed as the motorcycle officer putted alongside. “What’s the idea?” he asked, as Mason sheepishly slowed the car to a stop.
Della Street leaned across the steering wheel. “What’s the idea of stopping us?” she demanded indignantly. “We’re rushing down to interrogate some witnesses in that Hocksley murder case.”
“You one of the boys working on that?” the officer asked.
Della Street said, “Well, I hope to tell you. He’s Lieutenant Tragg’s brother!”
The officer grinned and waved them on. “Go to it,” he said. “We just got a radio report Tragg had cracked that one.”
As Mason eased the car into gear, Della Street smiled at him and said, “After all, there’s no use having relatives if you can’t get some good out of them once in a while.”