"Mr. Mason, I'm going to confide in you."
Daphne Milfield paused, and seemed to brace herself. The ringing of the telephone froze the words on her lips.

"Perhaps that's your husband now," Perry Mason suggested.

She picked up the receiver. "Why no, I don't know a Mr. Tragg... Lieutenant Tragg? No, I don't... He does?... He is?..."
"The nerve of that man!" she exclaimed, dropping the receiver back in place. "He's on his way up here."

"Lieutenant Tragg is from headquarters -- homicide," Mason said. "Who do you know that's been murdered?"

"Good heavens! No one, except perhaps my ..."
"Go on."
"No! No! No one."

"Were you about to say 'my husband'?"