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The Case of the Lucky Legs :: Гарднер Эрл Стенли
Страница: 151 из 154He wanted to do that because he realized I was commencing to get a slant on what wasactually happening. And he tried then to convict Doray and to get me mixed into it in order to save his own skin.
"That, gentlemen, is my confession," Perry Mason said.
He strode across the room and sat down.
Bradbury faced the accusing eyes of Detective Sergeant O'Malley.
"A pack of lies," he said, "a pack of damn lies. Let him produce one bit of proof."
"I think," said Perry Mason, "that if you will have his room in the Mapleton Hotel searched, O'Malley, you'll find that suit of clothes. I think that if you will check his fingerprints with the fingerprints on the bloody knife, you'll find that they check. And, furthermore, just to show you what a liar he is, I dropped by his hotel this afternoon and paid his hotel bill. In paying it, I secured an itemized account of the telephone numbers that he had called. I have the list here. You will see from this list that he called Harcourt 63891 on the night of the murder. That he also called Grove 36921, which was the number of Dr. Doray, in the Midwick Hotel. You will also see that he was paying the bill on a suite of rooms until this morning; that the woman who occupied the other room was Eva Lamont. If you will rush your men to the Monmarte Hotel, you will find Eva Lamont registered under the name of Vera Cutter, and Paul Drake will identify her as the woman who gave him all of the information which enabled him to tip off the police to the evidence against Dr. Doray."
Perry Mason pulled the receipted hotel bill from his pocket, and handed it to Detective Sergeant O'Malley.
Mason turned to face Bradbury.
"I warned you, Bradbury," he said, "not to lie about that telephone call to Marjorie Clune. I told you that it would be a confession of guilt."
Bradbury stared at Perry Mason. His face had gone white as a sheet.
"Damn you," he said, in a low tone vibrant with hatred.
O'Malley nodded to Riker and Johnson.
"We're going to headquarters."
He turned to Della Street.
"Would you mind getting headquarters on the telephone?" he said. "I'm going to send some men out to pick up Eva Lamont and search Bradbury's room at the Mapleton Hotel."
Perry Mason bowed to O'Malley.
"Thank you, Sergeant," he said.
He turned to Bradbury and made a sweeping gesture.
"As you have so aptly remarked, Bradbury," he said, "we understand each other perfectly. We're both fighters. We use different weapons, that's all.
"That, gentlemen, is my confession," Perry Mason said.
He strode across the room and sat down.
Bradbury faced the accusing eyes of Detective Sergeant O'Malley.
"A pack of lies," he said, "a pack of damn lies. Let him produce one bit of proof."
"I think," said Perry Mason, "that if you will have his room in the Mapleton Hotel searched, O'Malley, you'll find that suit of clothes. I think that if you will check his fingerprints with the fingerprints on the bloody knife, you'll find that they check. And, furthermore, just to show you what a liar he is, I dropped by his hotel this afternoon and paid his hotel bill. In paying it, I secured an itemized account of the telephone numbers that he had called. I have the list here. You will see from this list that he called Harcourt 63891 on the night of the murder. That he also called Grove 36921, which was the number of Dr. Doray, in the Midwick Hotel. You will also see that he was paying the bill on a suite of rooms until this morning; that the woman who occupied the other room was Eva Lamont. If you will rush your men to the Monmarte Hotel, you will find Eva Lamont registered under the name of Vera Cutter, and Paul Drake will identify her as the woman who gave him all of the information which enabled him to tip off the police to the evidence against Dr. Doray."
Perry Mason pulled the receipted hotel bill from his pocket, and handed it to Detective Sergeant O'Malley.
Mason turned to face Bradbury.
"I warned you, Bradbury," he said, "not to lie about that telephone call to Marjorie Clune. I told you that it would be a confession of guilt."
Bradbury stared at Perry Mason. His face had gone white as a sheet.
"Damn you," he said, in a low tone vibrant with hatred.
O'Malley nodded to Riker and Johnson.
"We're going to headquarters."
He turned to Della Street.
"Would you mind getting headquarters on the telephone?" he said. "I'm going to send some men out to pick up Eva Lamont and search Bradbury's room at the Mapleton Hotel."
Perry Mason bowed to O'Malley.
"Thank you, Sergeant," he said.
He turned to Bradbury and made a sweeping gesture.
"As you have so aptly remarked, Bradbury," he said, "we understand each other perfectly. We're both fighters. We use different weapons, that's all.