The Case of the Blonde Bonanza

'No,' Mason said, 'but you can get sugar out of a beet-if you know how-and in the process you raise hell with the beet.'

Boring regarded him speculatively.

'Therefore,' Mason said, 'I would suggest that you get an attorney and I'll discuss the situation with him rather than with you.'

'I don't have an attorney, I don't have any money to hire an attorney, and I'm not going to get one. With all due respect to you, Mr. Mason, you're not going to get a thin dime out of me; at least, as long as you act this way.'

'Was there some other way you had in mind?' Mason asked.

'Frankly, there was.'

'Let's hear it.'

'My idea is just as good as it ever was. Sooner or later I'm going to get another backer. When I do, Dianne will be sitting on Easy Street. I tell you, Mr. Mason, the idea is sound. People are tired of starving their personalities along with their bodies.

'You let some well-nourished, firm-fleshed, clear-eyed model come along that has lots of figure, and we'll start a style change overnight.'

'I'm not an expert on women's styles,' Mason said. 'I try to be an expert on law. I'm protecting my client's legal interests.'

'Go ahead and protect them.'

'All right,' Mason said. 'My client has a claim of damages against you for whatever that may be worth. We won't argue about that now. My client also has the right to consider your repudiation of the contract as a termination of all future liability on her part.'

'I am not a lawyer, Mr. Mason, but that would seem to be fair.'

'Therefore,' Mason said, 'regardless of what else may be done, you have no further claims on Dianne Alder or on her earnings.'

'I'd like to see the situation left in status quo,' Boring said.

'Status quo calls for the payment of a hundred dollars a week.'

'I can't do it.'

'Then there isn't any status quo.'

Boring held out his hand to Mason with a gesture of complete friendship. 'Thank you, Mr. Mason, for giving me your time. I'm glad we had this talk. Dianne is a nice girl. You do whatever you can to protect her interests, but I just wanted to let you know that trying to collect from me would simply be throwing good money after bad.'

Boring kept talking while he was shaking hands. 'If I ever get any money of my own, Mason, you won't need to sue me for it because I'd back this idea of mine with every cent I had. It's a red-hot idea and I know it's going to pay off. I realize that the situation is a little discouraging at the moment as far as Dianne is concerned, but I know that sooner or later my idea is going across. I feel in my bones that within a few short months Dianne will be the toast of the town.'

'Let's be very careful,' Mason said, moving Boring toward the exit door, 'that the toast doesn't get burnt.'

'I can assure you, Mr. Mason, with every ounce of sincerity I possess, that I have her best interests at heart.'

'That's fine,' Mason said, 'and you can be assured that I have them at heart.'

Mason held the exit door open for Boring, who smiled affably then turned and walked down the corridor.

Mason turned to Della Street as the door closed. 'You got Paul Drake?' he asked.

'That's right. He'll be under surveillance from the time he leaves the building. One of Drake's operatives will probably be in the elevator with him as he goes down.'

Mason grinned.

'Quite a promoter,' Della Street said.

Mason nodded. 'That damned contract,' he said.

'What about it?'

'I wish I knew what Boring was after. I wish I knew the reason he drew up that contract in the first place.'

'You don't believe his story about a new type of model and-'

Mason interrupted to say, 'Della, I don't believe one single damn thing about that guy. As far as I'm concerned, even his mustache could be false- Get me that contract, will you, Della? I want to study it once more.'

Della Street brought him the file jacket. Mason took out the contract and read it carefully.

'Any clues?' Della Street asked.

Mason shook his head. 'I can't figure it out. It's…'

Suddenly he stopped talking.

'Yes?' Della Street prompted.

'Well, I'll be damned!' Mason said.

'What?' Della Street asked.

'The red herring is what fooled me,' Mason said.

'And what's the red herring?'

'The avoirdupois, the diet, the twelve pounds in ten weeks, the curves.'

'That wasn't the real object of the contract?' Della Street asked.

'Hell, no,' Mason said. 'That was the window dressing. That was the red herring.'

'All right, go ahead,' she said. 'I'm still in the dark.'

'Take that out of the contract,' Mason said, 'and what do you have left? We've seen these contracts before, Della.'

'I don't get it.'

'The missing-heir racket,' Mason said.

Della Street 's eyes widened.

Mason said, 'Somebody dies and leaves a substantial estate, but no relatives. No one takes any great interest in the estate at the moment except the public administrator.

'Then these sharpshooters swoop down on the situation. They start feverishly running down all the information they can get on the decendent. They find that some relatives are living in distant parts, relatives who have entirely lost track of the family connection.

'So these sharpshooters contact the individual potential heirs and say, 'Look here. If we can uncover some property for you which you didn't know anything at all about, will you give us half of it? We'll pay all the expenses, furnish all the attorneys' fees out of our share. All you have to do is to accept your half free and clear of all expenses of collection.'

'But who's the relative in this case?' Della Street asked. 'Dianne's family is pretty well accounted for. Her father died, and all of the estate, such as it was, was distributed to her mother, and then her mother died, leaving everything to Dianne.'

'There could be property inherited from the more remote relatives,' Mason pointed out. 'That's where these sharpies make their money.'

'Then why would he quit making the payments to her and forfeit all right to her share of the money?'

'Either because he found out she wasn't entitled to it,' Mason said, 'or because he's found another angle he can play to greater advantage.'

'And if he has?' Della Street asked.

'Then,' Mason said, 'it's up to us to find out what he's doing, block his play and get the inheritance for Dianne, all without paying him one thin dime.'

'Won't that be quite a job?' Della Street asked.

'It'll be a terrific job,' Mason said. 'We're going to have to get hold of Dianne and start asking her about her family on her father's side and her mother's side, her cousins, aunts, second cousins, uncles and all the rest of it. Then we've got to start running down each person to find out where they're located, when they died, how they died, where they died, what estate was probated and all the rest of it.

'There is, however, one method of short-cutting the job.'

'What's that?'