“Aren’t you coming, too, Mr. Drake?” Mae Farr asked.
“Not me,” Drake said. “When wedding bells ring the enthusiasm is apt to be contagious. What would a detective do with a wife?”
“Wrong again,” Mason said cheerfully. “What would a wife do with a detective?”
Drake paused in the outer doorway for a parting shot. “Particularly a detective who works for a lawyer who keeps him up all night, running around committing felonies,” he said, and punctuated his remark by banging the door shut behind him.