The Case of the Troubled Trustee

Mason said, 'Paul, start pulling wires. I want to get the latest and best metal detector that money can buy. I understand there are some new ones that are very sensitive.'

'You mean mine detectors?' Drake asked.

'So-called,' Mason said.

'And what do we do?'

'We go out to the Barclay Country Club and we start sweeping around the grass out in the vicinity of the seventh tee.'

'Looking for what?'

'An expended cartridge.'

Drake said, 'Don't be silly, Perry! The murder was committed with a revolver. A revolver doesn't eject a fired cartridge.'

'But a person who fires a revolver could eject a cartridge,' Mason said.

'What do you mean?'

'If the murder was committed at nine o'clock, then someone who wanted a Patsy could have arranged to have Dutton out there at ten o'clock and then fired a shot the minute Duttoq's car hove into sight at the golf club. Then he could have tossed the gun to the ground beside the corpse and sneaked back down through the low places where he wouldn't show against the silhouetted horizon and made his escape, leaving Dutton to hold the sack.'

'And so?' Drake asked.

'And so,' Mason said, 'we go out on the golf course and start exploring with a mine detector.'

'This is right during the busy time of the afternoon as far as that golf course is concerned,' Drake said. 'Court adjourned early and if we go out there now, we'll interfere with a lot of doctors and dentists, bankers and professional men playing their mid-week round of golf.'

Mason nodded.

'They'd kick us out,' Drake said.

'Well?' Mason asked.

Drake looked at him and grinned. 'You mean you'd like to attract attention?'

'Why not?'

'It wouldn't prove anything,' Drake said.

'But the fact that we were out there looking for an extra shell would show that we attached considerable importance to Holbrook's testimony.'

Drake thought the matter over for a while, then grinned. 'I suppose you wouldn't object if the newspaper reporters knew about it?'

'Not at all,' Mason said. 'In fact, anything that we do might become quite newsworthy.'

'The judge has instructed the jury not to read the newspapers,' Drake said.

Mason looked at him and grinned, then turned to Della Street. 'This, Della,' he said, 'is business. Go to the most exclusive, most expensive place in the city where you can get a sport outfit which will attract the roving masculine eye. Get a golfing outfit. Money is no object, but it has to be a city editor's dream-one that will look so good in a photograph, and on you, it would make a page one placement.'

Della Street jumped to her feet. 'Watch me go through that door,' she said.

Chapter Twenty-One

A rather dignified group of afternoon golfers watched Perry Mason, Paul Drake, Della Street, and one of Drake's operatives as they marched across the golf links toward the seventh tee carrying a portable metal detector.

Mason smiled affably at the group waiting at the tee. 'Don't let me disturb your game, gentlemen. We'll wait until you drive.'

'Until we drive?' one of the men asked.

Mason smiled and nodded toward Drake's operative who was carrying the metal detector.

'What's that?' the golfer asked.

'You knew, of course, about the murder that had been committed here,' Mason said. 'We're looking for evidence.'

'What sort of evidence?'

'We think perhaps there's- Well, perhaps it isn't wise to disclose my hand in advance. There's perhaps something here that will have a bearing on the case.'

The golfers crowded around, their game forgotten.

'You're Perry Mason,' one of the men said, 'the famous attorney.'

Mason bowed and smiled. 'Paul Drake, my private detective, one of his operatives, and-most important of all-Miss Street, my confidential secretary.'

Della Street, attired in a form-fitting short skirt which the wind whipped about her knees, gave the men her most engaging smile.

Other golfers came up.

'Well,' Mason said to the operative, 'we may as well go to work.'

The man plugged earphones in his ears, set the electrical dials so they were in proper balance, then started moving slowly along through the taller grass to the sides of the teeing-off place.

Within a matter of moments, fifty spectators had formed in a ring.

On the tee someone said, 'It's your honors.'

'To hell with the golf,' the man said. 'This is a lot more exciting. I'll concede every hole from here on in and pay off at that price. Let's see what's happening.'

Word passed like wildfire around the links. Soon the manager of the club came hurrying out to find out what was going on.

At first he was frowningly uncompromising. Then as he saw the interest of the golfers, he became mollified and, after a few moments, hurried toward the clubhouse.

Drake said in an undertone to Perry Mason, 'He's suddenly become publicity conscious, Perry. He's headed for a telephone to call the press.'

'Well,' Mason said in an equally low tone, 'I'm certain nothing that we said could have prompted that idea.'

'Moreover,' Drake added, 'he's about thirty minutes too late.'

Mason gave the detective a searching look. 'Your ethics are showing, Paul.'

'It's all right,' Drake said. 'If my man should find anything, we'd have to tell the police about it, but there's nothing in the code of ethics which says I can't tell the press where I'm searching.'

'As a lawyer,' Mason said, 'I couldn't use publicity in any way. lt would be unethical.'

Drake grinned. 'I knew why you wanted me along on this one-at least, I thought I did.'

The man with the metal detector moved slowly along, weaving the flat pan back and forth just over the surface of the grass back toward the green on the sixth hole, then down along the edge of a sand trap into the rough; back to the sand trap again, then down into the rough.

Suddenly he said, 'Hey, I've got something!'

'Well, let's see what it is,' Mason said.

The man held the pan of the device directly over the spot.

Drake, down on his hands and knees, felt with exploring fingertips in the grass. 'I've got it,' he said, and came up with an empty brass cartridge case.

Mason said jubilantly, 'Drive a peg of some sort in the ground at the exact place where that was found, Paul. Let's mark it.'

Drake took a small metal surveyor's stake from the place where he had been carrying it in his belt and pushed it into the ground, then tied a bright red ribbon in the loop.

'Camera?' Mason asked.