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The Case of the Howling Dog :: Гарднер Эрл Стенли
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She stared at him for a moment with her lips quivering with words that she could not express, then suddenly flung her arms wide apart, and embraced him once more.
There was the sound of an apologetic cough from the doorway.
Della Street flung back and stared.
Bessie Forbes stood in the doorway.
"Pardon me," she said, "if I intrude. I was liberated and I came at once to your office as soon as I could get my things together."
"That's all right," said Perry Mason, "we're glad…"
There was a wild sound of scrambling motion. The door of the closet slammed open. The police dog catapulted out into the room, with claws scratching and scraping futilely on the hardwood floors. He hit the carpet and launched into speed, dashing directly toward the startled form of Bessie Forbes.
The dog leapt up at her, gave joyous howls. His tongue licked at her face, and she gave a glad cry, stooped and flung her arms about the massive shoulders of the huge police dog.
"Prince!" she said. "Prince!"
"I beg your pardon," said Perry Mason, "but his name is not Prince. Prince is dead."
The woman stared at him with startled, incredulous eyes.
"Down, Prince," she said.
The dog dropped to the floor, where he lay, regarding her with eyes that were limpid with emotion, a tail that thumped ecstatically.
"Where did you get him?" she asked.
"I," said Perry Mason, "could figure out just why it was that the dog howled on the night of October 15th. I couldn't understand why the dog didn't howl on the night of October 16th, if he were still alive. I also could not understand how it happened that a dog that had been living in the house with Thelma Benton for more than a year, could suddenly have gone savage and attacked her so as to badly mangle her right hand.
"After the case was over, I made a round of kennels in the neighborhood. I found a kennel where an owner had exchanged a police dog on the night of October 16th for another police dog that was very similar in appearance. I purchased the dog that had been left."
"But," said Bessie Forbes, "what are you going to do with him?"
"I," Perry Mason said, "am going to give him to you. He needs a good home. I suggest that you take him with you, and I would further suggest that you leave town at once."
He brought the dog's leash and handed it to her.
"Let us know where you are," he said, "so that we can keep in touch with you. You're the beneficiary under a will. But you will be approached and interviewed by newspaper men. They will ask you embarrassing questions. It might be well if you were not available.
She stared at him for a moment with her lips quivering with words that she could not express, then suddenly flung her arms wide apart, and embraced him once more.
There was the sound of an apologetic cough from the doorway.
Della Street flung back and stared.
Bessie Forbes stood in the doorway.
"Pardon me," she said, "if I intrude. I was liberated and I came at once to your office as soon as I could get my things together."
"That's all right," said Perry Mason, "we're glad…"
There was a wild sound of scrambling motion. The door of the closet slammed open. The police dog catapulted out into the room, with claws scratching and scraping futilely on the hardwood floors. He hit the carpet and launched into speed, dashing directly toward the startled form of Bessie Forbes.
The dog leapt up at her, gave joyous howls. His tongue licked at her face, and she gave a glad cry, stooped and flung her arms about the massive shoulders of the huge police dog.
"Prince!" she said. "Prince!"
"I beg your pardon," said Perry Mason, "but his name is not Prince. Prince is dead."
The woman stared at him with startled, incredulous eyes.
"Down, Prince," she said.
The dog dropped to the floor, where he lay, regarding her with eyes that were limpid with emotion, a tail that thumped ecstatically.
"Where did you get him?" she asked.
"I," said Perry Mason, "could figure out just why it was that the dog howled on the night of October 15th. I couldn't understand why the dog didn't howl on the night of October 16th, if he were still alive. I also could not understand how it happened that a dog that had been living in the house with Thelma Benton for more than a year, could suddenly have gone savage and attacked her so as to badly mangle her right hand.
"After the case was over, I made a round of kennels in the neighborhood. I found a kennel where an owner had exchanged a police dog on the night of October 16th for another police dog that was very similar in appearance. I purchased the dog that had been left."
"But," said Bessie Forbes, "what are you going to do with him?"
"I," Perry Mason said, "am going to give him to you. He needs a good home. I suggest that you take him with you, and I would further suggest that you leave town at once."
He brought the dog's leash and handed it to her.
"Let us know where you are," he said, "so that we can keep in touch with you. You're the beneficiary under a will. But you will be approached and interviewed by newspaper men. They will ask you embarrassing questions. It might be well if you were not available.