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The Case of the Howling Dog :: Гарднер Эрл Стенли
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"Did he order a taxicab?"
"No, he walked."
"You didn't see where he went?"
"No, it was dark."
"Do you mind if I come in?"
"It won't do you any good to come in. Mr. Cartright isn't here."
"Do you mind if I come in and wait until he comes back?"
"He's been out all night. I don't know that he's going to come back."
"Did he tell you he wasn't coming back?"
"No."
"Are your wages paid?"
"That's none of your business."
"I'm his lawyer."
"It's still none of your business."
"You don't know what was in the letter you were given to mail to me last night?"
"No, that's none of my business. You mind your business and I'll mind mine."
"Look here," said Perry Mason, "this is important. I want you to go through the house and see if you can find anything that will help me. I've got to find Arthur Cartright. If he's gone somewhere, I've got to find where he's gone. You've got to find something that will give me a clew. I want to know whether he went by train, whether he went by automobile or whether he went by airplane. He must have made some reservations, or done something."
"I don't know," said the woman. "That's none of my business. I clean up the house for him, that's all. I'm deaf. I can't hear things that go on."
"What's your name?" asked Perry Mason.
"Elizabeth Walker."
"How long have you known Mr. Cartright?"
"Two months."
"Do you know anything about his friends? Do you know anything about his family?"
"I know nothing except about keeping the house."
"Will you be here later on?"
"Of course I'll be here. I'm supposed to stay here. That's what I'm paid for."
"How long will you stay if Mr. Cartright doesn't retturn?"
"I'll stay until my time's up."
"When will that be?"
"That," she said, "is my business, Mr. Lawyer. Goodby." She slammed the door with a force which shook the house.
Perry Mason stood staring at the door for a moment, with a half smile on his face. Then he turned and walked down the steps from the porch. As he reached the sidewalk, he felt the peculiar tingling sensation of the hairs at the base of his neck which caused him to whirl suddenly and stare.
He was in time to see heavy drapes slip back into place over a window in the house of Clinton Foley. He could not see the face that had been staring at him from that window.
"Did he order a taxicab?"
"No, he walked."
"You didn't see where he went?"
"No, it was dark."
"Do you mind if I come in?"
"It won't do you any good to come in. Mr. Cartright isn't here."
"Do you mind if I come in and wait until he comes back?"
"He's been out all night. I don't know that he's going to come back."
"Did he tell you he wasn't coming back?"
"No."
"Are your wages paid?"
"That's none of your business."
"I'm his lawyer."
"It's still none of your business."
"You don't know what was in the letter you were given to mail to me last night?"
"No, that's none of my business. You mind your business and I'll mind mine."
"Look here," said Perry Mason, "this is important. I want you to go through the house and see if you can find anything that will help me. I've got to find Arthur Cartright. If he's gone somewhere, I've got to find where he's gone. You've got to find something that will give me a clew. I want to know whether he went by train, whether he went by automobile or whether he went by airplane. He must have made some reservations, or done something."
"I don't know," said the woman. "That's none of my business. I clean up the house for him, that's all. I'm deaf. I can't hear things that go on."
"What's your name?" asked Perry Mason.
"Elizabeth Walker."
"How long have you known Mr. Cartright?"
"Two months."
"Do you know anything about his friends? Do you know anything about his family?"
"I know nothing except about keeping the house."
"Will you be here later on?"
"Of course I'll be here. I'm supposed to stay here. That's what I'm paid for."
"How long will you stay if Mr. Cartright doesn't retturn?"
"I'll stay until my time's up."
"When will that be?"
"That," she said, "is my business, Mr. Lawyer. Goodby." She slammed the door with a force which shook the house.
Perry Mason stood staring at the door for a moment, with a half smile on his face. Then he turned and walked down the steps from the porch. As he reached the sidewalk, he felt the peculiar tingling sensation of the hairs at the base of his neck which caused him to whirl suddenly and stare.
He was in time to see heavy drapes slip back into place over a window in the house of Clinton Foley. He could not see the face that had been staring at him from that window.