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The Case of the Howling Dog :: Гарднер Эрл Стенли
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"You mean the reason youthink he's crazy, then, is because he sent you this letter."
Perry Mason grinned at her.
"Well," he said, "Dr. Charles Cooper, the alienist who handles the commitments on the insanity board, remarked that the payment of a cash retainer was certainly a departure from the normal these days. This man has paid two of them within twentyfour hours, and he sent ten thousand dollars through the mail in an unregistered letter."
"Perhaps he didn't have any other way to send it," suggested Della Street.
"Perhaps," he told her. "Did you read the will?"
"No, I didn't. The letter came in, and when I saw what it was, I put it in the safe right away."
"Well," Mason told her, "let's take a look at the will."
He unfolded the sheet of paper which was marked on the outside: LAST WILL OF ARTHUR CARTRIGHT.
His eye ran along the writing, and he slowly nodded.
"Well," he said, "he's made a good holographic will. It's all in his handwriting — signature, date and everything."
"Does he leave you something in the will?" asked Della Street curiously.
Perry Mason looked up from the paper and chuckled.
"My, but you're getting mercenary this morning," he said.
"If you could see the way bills keep coming in, you'd be mercenary too. Honestly, I don't see how there can be any depression, the way you spend money."
"I'm just keeping it in circulation," he told her. "There's just as much money in the country as there ever was — more in fact, but it doesn't circulate as rapidly. Therefore, nobody seems to have any."
"Well," she told him, "yours circulates fast enough. But tell me about the will, or is it any of my business?"
"Oh, it's your business, all right," he told her. "One of these days I may get bumped off, the way I work up my cases, and you'll be the only one that knows anything about my business affairs. Let's see. He leaves his property to the beneficiary, and then he leaves me a onetenth interest in his estate, to be paid to me when the estate is finally distributed, upon condition that I have faithfully represented the woman who is the principal beneficiary, in every form of legal matter which may arise, incident to the will, growing out of his death, or in anywise connected with her domestic relationships."
"Takes in a lot of territory, doesn't he?" said Della Street.
Perry Mason nodded his head slowly, and when he spoke, his voice was meditative.
"That man," he said, "either wrote that will at the dictation of a lawyer, or else he's got a pretty good business mind.
"You mean the reason youthink he's crazy, then, is because he sent you this letter."
Perry Mason grinned at her.
"Well," he said, "Dr. Charles Cooper, the alienist who handles the commitments on the insanity board, remarked that the payment of a cash retainer was certainly a departure from the normal these days. This man has paid two of them within twentyfour hours, and he sent ten thousand dollars through the mail in an unregistered letter."
"Perhaps he didn't have any other way to send it," suggested Della Street.
"Perhaps," he told her. "Did you read the will?"
"No, I didn't. The letter came in, and when I saw what it was, I put it in the safe right away."
"Well," Mason told her, "let's take a look at the will."
He unfolded the sheet of paper which was marked on the outside: LAST WILL OF ARTHUR CARTRIGHT.
His eye ran along the writing, and he slowly nodded.
"Well," he said, "he's made a good holographic will. It's all in his handwriting — signature, date and everything."
"Does he leave you something in the will?" asked Della Street curiously.
Perry Mason looked up from the paper and chuckled.
"My, but you're getting mercenary this morning," he said.
"If you could see the way bills keep coming in, you'd be mercenary too. Honestly, I don't see how there can be any depression, the way you spend money."
"I'm just keeping it in circulation," he told her. "There's just as much money in the country as there ever was — more in fact, but it doesn't circulate as rapidly. Therefore, nobody seems to have any."
"Well," she told him, "yours circulates fast enough. But tell me about the will, or is it any of my business?"
"Oh, it's your business, all right," he told her. "One of these days I may get bumped off, the way I work up my cases, and you'll be the only one that knows anything about my business affairs. Let's see. He leaves his property to the beneficiary, and then he leaves me a onetenth interest in his estate, to be paid to me when the estate is finally distributed, upon condition that I have faithfully represented the woman who is the principal beneficiary, in every form of legal matter which may arise, incident to the will, growing out of his death, or in anywise connected with her domestic relationships."
"Takes in a lot of territory, doesn't he?" said Della Street.
Perry Mason nodded his head slowly, and when he spoke, his voice was meditative.
"That man," he said, "either wrote that will at the dictation of a lawyer, or else he's got a pretty good business mind.