The Case of the Troubled Trustee

'I had a key to the clubhouse,' Dutton said. 'All members have keys. Palmer knew that. He'd borrowed a key from a friend. Palmer wasn't a member. I went in through the clubhouse, out the back door to the links and walked down to the seventh tee. That's about a hundred yards from the clubhouse.

'All the time I was walking down there, I thought I was making a darn fool of myself. That was no way to meet a man and carry on a legitimate business conversation or a legitimate business transaction.'

'You can say that again,' Mason observed dryly.

'What do you mean?'

'If it embarrasses you to tell me about it,' Mason said, 'think how you're going to feel when you have to tell twelve cold-eyed, skeptical jurors about it and then be cross-examined by a sarcastic district attorney.'

There was a long moment of silence.

'You may as well get on with it,' Mason said.

Dutton said, 'I stood around the seventh tee expecting to see Palmer there. I was, of course, watching the skyline for a man to show up. After some ten minutes, I started walking around and then I saw something dark on the ground. At first I thought it was a shadow. I moved over and my foot struck against it.'

Dutton stopped talking.

'Palmer's body?' Mason asked.

'It was Palmer's body.'

'What did you do?'

'I got in a panic. I almost ran back to the clubhouse; got in my car and drove away.'

Mason said, 'You didn't have a flashlight?'

Dutton hesitated a fraction of a second, then said, 'No.'

'You went out there in the dark?'

'Yes. A flashlight might have attracted the attention of the club watchman. He's paid to watch the locker rooms and not the golf links, but a flashlight could have attracted his attention.'

'Then that's your story?'

'That's it.'

'You're willing to stick to it?'

'Absolutely. It's the truth.'

Mason regarded the man in thoughtful silence.

'Well?' Dutton asked, at length, squirming uncomfortably.

Mason said, 'What about the gun?'

'What gun?'

'The gun you hid in the culvert.'

Dutton's eyes widened.

'Go on,' Mason said. 'What about the gun you hid in the culvert?'

'You're crazy!'

Mason said, 'Look, let's quit kidding each other and kidding ourselves. The police picked you up. They had enough evidence against you to contemplate charging you with murder.

'That can only mean one thing. They found the murder weapon and they traced it to you.

'You may not realize it, but the average amateur criminal always regards a culvert as a wonderful place to hide incriminating objects. They run true to form with devastating regularity.

'Therefore, when the police encounter a murder, one of the first things they do is to start looking in culverts on all roads leading away from the scene of the crime.

'Now, I'm willing to bet that you made a stop at a culvert, got out of your car and tossed the murder weapon and perhaps some other incriminating evidence into the culvert.'

'And the police have that?' Dutton asked in dismay.

'The police have that.'

'Then there's nothing left for you to do,' Dutton said, 'except have me plead guilty and put myself on the mercy of the court.'

'Did you kill him?' Mason asked.

'No, I didn't kill him,' Dutton said, 'but I did find a gun by the body. I picked it up and when I got to my car, I examined it by flashlight and found it was my gun.'

'You had a flashlight in the car?'

'Well, it was the dash light,' Dutton said.

Mason said, 'You're indulging in the most expensive luxury a man can indulge in.'

'What's that? Being tried for murder?'

'No, lying to your lawyer.'

'I'm not lying.'

Mason said, 'Don't be silly. A detective was watching you when you came out of the club. You jumped in your car and drove away at high speed. You went a mile and three-tenths, passed over a culvert, slammed on your brakes so you left tire marks on the surface of the pavement, put your car in reverse; went back, got out and tossed something under the culvert. You didn't turn on the dash light; you didn't use any flashlight.'

'A detective was watching me?'

'Yes.'

'Then why wasn't I arrested?'

'It was a private detective and no one knew anything about the murder, as yet.'

'All right,' Dutton said. 'You have me convicted in your own mind and-'

'I don't have you convicted in my mind,' Mason said. 'I simply suggested that you had better tell your lawyer the truth. How did you know it was your gun?'

'I looked at the gun on the ground.'

'Then you must have had some light. What did you do, strike a match?'

'I had a small pocket flashlight in my coat. A very small, flat light which has a rechargeable battery. It gives a small field of illumination.'

'Then you did have the means of looking around when you got out on the tee for the seventh hole?'

'Yes, I guess so, if I had used it.'

'Why didn't you use it?'

'There wasn't any occasion to use it.'

Mason said, 'After you discovered the body, you did use it?'

'Yes.'

'I was wondering,' Mason said, 'how you identified the body and how you identified the gun.'

'Well, that was it. I had this flashlight with me.'

'As soon as you recognized the gun as yours, you pocketed the gun and made a beeline for your car?'

'Yes.'

Mason said, 'I don't think you're that big a damn fool, Dutton. I think you're protecting someone.'

'Protecting someone!' Dutton exclaimed.

'That's right.'

'I'm trying to protect myself. I wish I could.'

'Not with that story, you can't.'

'Well, it's the only story I have.'

Mason looked at his watch and said, 'I have things to do. I'm going to tell you one thing. If you tell that story on the witness stand, you're going to be convicted.'

'But why? The story is the truth.'

'It may be the truth,' Mason said, 'but if that's so, it isn't all the truth. You're skipping over some incidents that might make your story convincing. You're trying to conceal things that you think might be against you. Hell, I don't know what you're doing, but every instinct I have as a lawyer tells me that once someone starts cross-examining you on that story, you're going to find yourself boxed in.'

'No lawyer can cross-examine me and confuse me when I'm telling the truth,' Dutton said.