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The Case of the Howling Dog :: Гарднер Эрл Стенли
Страница: 56 из 146All you've got to do is to show where you were between seventhirty and eight, and you'll be out of it as a suspect. Why the devil don't you cooperate with us?"
"I'm telling you," said Perry Mason, "that I don't know just what I was doing at that time. I didn't even bother to look at my watch. I went out and had dinner, strolled around and smoked a cigarette, went to the office, and then went back down to the street, walked around a little bit, thinking and smoking, picked up a cruising cab and went out to keep my appointment."
"And the appointment was at eightthirty?"
"The appointment was at eightthirty."
"But you can't prove it."
"Of course not. Why the devil should I have to prove the time of every appointment I've made? I'm a lawyer. I see people by appointments. I make lots of appointments during the day. As a matter of fact, in place of being a suspicious circumstance, the fact that I can't prove the time of the appointment, is the one thing that shows the appointment was made in ordinary business routine.
"If I could produce a dozen witnesses to show you that I'd made an appointment to talk over something with Clinton Foley, you would immediately commence to wonder why I had gone to all that trouble to show the time of the appointment. That is, you would if you had any brains.
"Now, I'll tell you something else. What the hell was to have prevented me going out to the house at seventhirty, killing Foley, taking a taxicab back uptown, picking up another taxicab, and coming out to the house at eightthirty to keep my appointment?"
There was a moment of silence in the room, and then Sergeant Holcomb said, "Nothing, as far as I can see."
"That's just the point," said Perry Mason. "Only, in the event I'd done that, I'd have been pretty much inclined to take the number of the taxicab that took me out there at eightthirty, and to have had witnesses to the fact that my appointment was at eightthirty, wouldn't I?"
"I don't know what you'd do," said Sergeant Holcomb irritably. "When you start in on a case you don't do anything logically. You just act goofy all the way through it. Why the devil don't you come through and be frank with us, and go home and go to bed and let us get working on the case?"
"I'm not stopping you from working on the case," Perry Mason said, "and I'm not particularly keen about having these lights blazing into my eyes while you detectives sit around and stare at my face, thinking you can find something in my facial expression that's going to give you a clew.
"I'm telling you," said Perry Mason, "that I don't know just what I was doing at that time. I didn't even bother to look at my watch. I went out and had dinner, strolled around and smoked a cigarette, went to the office, and then went back down to the street, walked around a little bit, thinking and smoking, picked up a cruising cab and went out to keep my appointment."
"And the appointment was at eightthirty?"
"The appointment was at eightthirty."
"But you can't prove it."
"Of course not. Why the devil should I have to prove the time of every appointment I've made? I'm a lawyer. I see people by appointments. I make lots of appointments during the day. As a matter of fact, in place of being a suspicious circumstance, the fact that I can't prove the time of the appointment, is the one thing that shows the appointment was made in ordinary business routine.
"If I could produce a dozen witnesses to show you that I'd made an appointment to talk over something with Clinton Foley, you would immediately commence to wonder why I had gone to all that trouble to show the time of the appointment. That is, you would if you had any brains.
"Now, I'll tell you something else. What the hell was to have prevented me going out to the house at seventhirty, killing Foley, taking a taxicab back uptown, picking up another taxicab, and coming out to the house at eightthirty to keep my appointment?"
There was a moment of silence in the room, and then Sergeant Holcomb said, "Nothing, as far as I can see."
"That's just the point," said Perry Mason. "Only, in the event I'd done that, I'd have been pretty much inclined to take the number of the taxicab that took me out there at eightthirty, and to have had witnesses to the fact that my appointment was at eightthirty, wouldn't I?"
"I don't know what you'd do," said Sergeant Holcomb irritably. "When you start in on a case you don't do anything logically. You just act goofy all the way through it. Why the devil don't you come through and be frank with us, and go home and go to bed and let us get working on the case?"
"I'm not stopping you from working on the case," Perry Mason said, "and I'm not particularly keen about having these lights blazing into my eyes while you detectives sit around and stare at my face, thinking you can find something in my facial expression that's going to give you a clew.