Sybil linked her arm through that of her husband. “Come on, Enny. Let’s get this over with. Forget about the past.”
Perry Mason, Della Street and Paul Drake remained behind for a moment.
“Well, I’ll be darned,” Drake said, as the others went out through the door. “The way she handled that — and all the time she looked so damn demure, so utterly innocent!”
“Women,” Mason said, “are at their most deadly dangerous when they look like that.”
Della Street glanced up at Perry Mason. “Come on, Chief,” she said solicitously. “You’ve had a sleepless night. Get this case over with and then go and get some rest.”
Drake, looking at Della Street’s face, said, “Darned if you aren’t looking demure and innocent yourself, Della!”
The glance she flashed Drake held nothing of gratitude.