Whats the trouble? Mason asked. When will it be here? Yes, sir. Perry Mason sat in the visitors room, while on the other side of the table and separated from him by a mesh screen, Sybil Harlan smiled happily. Yes. What year was that? Of course I still have it. No, Stone admitted. Devine did a turkey peek into the room they had been in minutes earlier. The pattern was now established. Transactions flowed into Area 51 with green, and those same transactions stopped with red. And someone on the 6:20 train was receiving those signals and then doing what needed to be done, namely either putting on the brakes or punching the gas based on the color of a freaking bikini. Thats right, she did mention that. Yeah, Murfin said. Thats what I thought youd say. Lucky escape for you, said the other man. You sure youre okay? Fascinated, Mason shipped his dripping paddle into the rented canoe, took night glasses from their case and raised the binoculars to his eyes. He didnt know which was more dangerous, or whether it would end up being a tie..