JК
The Case of the Lucky Legs :: Гарднер Эрл Стенли
Страница: 17 из 154"
"Tell him," said Perry Mason, "that I am just coming in the door; that I will be occupied for five minutes; that if he will callat the end of five minutes, I will talk with him over the telephone; that he is not to come to the office until I send for him. Have you got that?"
"Yes, chief," she said.
Mason slammed the receiver back into place, looked up at Paul Drake.
"That guy," he said, "could become a firstclass nuisance."
"Bradbury?" asked the detective.
"Bradbury," said Perry Mason.
"He seems affable enough," the detective said.
Mason nodded wordlessly.
"Suppose Bradbury should call me?" Paul Drake asked.
"Tell him that you have reported in detail to me and that I have told you not to discuss what you have discovered."
"You mean refuse to tell him anything?"
"Certainly that's what I mean. What did you suppose I meant?"
"He may get sore."
"Leave that to me," Mason said. "Now, here's what I want: I want you to be in readiness to make a dash out to Patton's place with me just as soon as we get him located. I want you to be prepared to back my play, but I want to take the lead."
"I'm not worrying so much about that," Drake said, "as I am about the position it puts me in with my client. I've really collected information that I'm refusing to give him."
"You've given it to me," the lawyer told him, "and I'm taking the responsibility."
The telephone rang.
Perry Mason frowned at it, picked up the receiver and said, "What is it this time?"
"I want to come in. May I?" asked Della Street.
"Sure," he told her, and dropped the receiver back into place. He sat motionless, his eyes on the door to the outer office.
The door opened and Della Street slipped into the room.
"Dr. Doray is out there," she said quietly. "He insists that he must see you. I wanted you to know before Bradbury called back."
Perry Mason slitted his eyes in thought, then turned quickly to Paul Drake.
"Anything else, Paul?" he asked.
"That just about covers it," the detective said. "I'll know around eight o'clock tonight. Will you be here in your office?"
Mason nodded.
"You can go out," he said, "by that door which opens into the corridor."
Paul Drake slid his legs from the arm of the leather chair, got to his feet and moved toward the door.
"Bradbury," he said, "is almost certain to call me."
"Tell him what I told you," Mason said, and, turning to Della Street, he jerked his head toward the outer office.
"Tell Dr. Doray to come in," he said.
"Tell him," said Perry Mason, "that I am just coming in the door; that I will be occupied for five minutes; that if he will callat the end of five minutes, I will talk with him over the telephone; that he is not to come to the office until I send for him. Have you got that?"
"Yes, chief," she said.
Mason slammed the receiver back into place, looked up at Paul Drake.
"That guy," he said, "could become a firstclass nuisance."
"Bradbury?" asked the detective.
"Bradbury," said Perry Mason.
"He seems affable enough," the detective said.
Mason nodded wordlessly.
"Suppose Bradbury should call me?" Paul Drake asked.
"Tell him that you have reported in detail to me and that I have told you not to discuss what you have discovered."
"You mean refuse to tell him anything?"
"Certainly that's what I mean. What did you suppose I meant?"
"He may get sore."
"Leave that to me," Mason said. "Now, here's what I want: I want you to be in readiness to make a dash out to Patton's place with me just as soon as we get him located. I want you to be prepared to back my play, but I want to take the lead."
"I'm not worrying so much about that," Drake said, "as I am about the position it puts me in with my client. I've really collected information that I'm refusing to give him."
"You've given it to me," the lawyer told him, "and I'm taking the responsibility."
The telephone rang.
Perry Mason frowned at it, picked up the receiver and said, "What is it this time?"
"I want to come in. May I?" asked Della Street.
"Sure," he told her, and dropped the receiver back into place. He sat motionless, his eyes on the door to the outer office.
The door opened and Della Street slipped into the room.
"Dr. Doray is out there," she said quietly. "He insists that he must see you. I wanted you to know before Bradbury called back."
Perry Mason slitted his eyes in thought, then turned quickly to Paul Drake.
"Anything else, Paul?" he asked.
"That just about covers it," the detective said. "I'll know around eight o'clock tonight. Will you be here in your office?"
Mason nodded.
"You can go out," he said, "by that door which opens into the corridor."
Paul Drake slid his legs from the arm of the leather chair, got to his feet and moved toward the door.
"Bradbury," he said, "is almost certain to call me."
"Tell him what I told you," Mason said, and, turning to Della Street, he jerked his head toward the outer office.
"Tell Dr. Doray to come in," he said.