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The Case of the Lucky Legs :: Гарднер Эрл Стенли
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"Have you located Patton?" asked Bradbury eagerly.
"I have not," Mason said.
"You've talked with Mr. Drake?"
"Yes."
"Has Drake located him?"
"No," said the lawyer. "He reports, however, that he is making progress."
"Can't you tell me anything more than that?"
"That's all. I want you to be at my office by eight fifteen, and I want you to have those newspapers with you."
"Can I see you before that?" asked Bradbury.
"No," said Perry Mason, "I'm busy. I'll see you tonight."
"Will you be there when I arrive?"
"I don't know. If not, you are to wait until I telephone for you to join me, or until I return to the office."
"I want to talk with you," Bradbury said.
"You can talk with me tonight," Mason told him. "Goodby." He pushed the receiver back into position.
Doray's black eyes were glittering as though with a fever.
"Was that Bradbury?" he asked hoarsely.
Perry Mason smiled at him.
"As I was saying, Doctor," he said, "I think we understand each other perfectly. There is nothing that I can tell you. You might, however, leave your address with my secretary."
"I have already done that," Dr. Doray said. "I had to do it before she would announce me. I'm staying at the Midwick Hotel. The telephone number is Grove 36921."
"Thank you," said Perry Mason, arising and indicating the exit door to the outer corridor. "You can go out through that door."
Dr. Doray got to his feet, hesitated a moment, took a quick breath as though about to say something, then changed his mind, turned and walked to the door.
"Good afternoon, Counselor," he said.
"Good afternoon, Doctor."
The door slammed shut. Perry Mason picked up the receiver of his telephone.
"Della," he said, "I want you to be at the office by eight fifteen tonight, perhaps a little bit before that. Have plenty of freshly sharpened pencils and a clean notebook. I may want you to take a statement."
"A confession?" she asked.
"It may amount to that," he told her, and smiled grimly as he dropped the receiver back into position.
Chapter 4
Perry Mason latchkeyed the outer door of his office and switched on the lights. He looked at his wristwatch. The time was precisely seven fifty. He pushed off the latch of his office door, crossed the outer office, opened the door of his private office and pushed on the light. He sat on the edge of the desk and picked up the telephone receiver.
"Have you located Patton?" asked Bradbury eagerly.
"I have not," Mason said.
"You've talked with Mr. Drake?"
"Yes."
"Has Drake located him?"
"No," said the lawyer. "He reports, however, that he is making progress."
"Can't you tell me anything more than that?"
"That's all. I want you to be at my office by eight fifteen, and I want you to have those newspapers with you."
"Can I see you before that?" asked Bradbury.
"No," said Perry Mason, "I'm busy. I'll see you tonight."
"Will you be there when I arrive?"
"I don't know. If not, you are to wait until I telephone for you to join me, or until I return to the office."
"I want to talk with you," Bradbury said.
"You can talk with me tonight," Mason told him. "Goodby." He pushed the receiver back into position.
Doray's black eyes were glittering as though with a fever.
"Was that Bradbury?" he asked hoarsely.
Perry Mason smiled at him.
"As I was saying, Doctor," he said, "I think we understand each other perfectly. There is nothing that I can tell you. You might, however, leave your address with my secretary."
"I have already done that," Dr. Doray said. "I had to do it before she would announce me. I'm staying at the Midwick Hotel. The telephone number is Grove 36921."
"Thank you," said Perry Mason, arising and indicating the exit door to the outer corridor. "You can go out through that door."
Dr. Doray got to his feet, hesitated a moment, took a quick breath as though about to say something, then changed his mind, turned and walked to the door.
"Good afternoon, Counselor," he said.
"Good afternoon, Doctor."
The door slammed shut. Perry Mason picked up the receiver of his telephone.
"Della," he said, "I want you to be at the office by eight fifteen tonight, perhaps a little bit before that. Have plenty of freshly sharpened pencils and a clean notebook. I may want you to take a statement."
"A confession?" she asked.
"It may amount to that," he told her, and smiled grimly as he dropped the receiver back into position.
Chapter 4
Perry Mason latchkeyed the outer door of his office and switched on the lights. He looked at his wristwatch. The time was precisely seven fifty. He pushed off the latch of his office door, crossed the outer office, opened the door of his private office and pushed on the light. He sat on the edge of the desk and picked up the telephone receiver.