The Case of the Troubled Trustee

'Yes.'

'That was only an assumption on your part?'

'Yes.'

'It could have been anyone else?'

'Well, it could have been.'

'You weren't curious enough to look with a flashlight?'

'No.'

'In other words, you knew the identity of the body, didn't you, Mr. Dutton?'

'No, sir. I tell you I didn't. I only assumed it.'

'But as soon as you found the gun, you looked at it with a flashlight?'

'Yes.'

'To make sure it was a Smith and Wesson revolver?'

'Yes.'

'Did you check the numbers on the gun?'

'I believe I did.'

'And noticed that one shell had been fired?'

'Yes.'

'And you then realized that you had left fingerprints all over the gun?'

'Yes.'

'What did you do about those?'

'I took my handkerchief and wiped the gun thoroughly.'

'Oh!' Hamilton Burger said. 'You took your handkerchief and wiped the gun thoroughly?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Thereby wiping off, not only your own fingerprints, but those of anyone else?'

'Yes, sir, I suppose so.'

'And yet you have just assured us that you wouldn't do anything to conceal evidence, oh, no, not you! Why in the world did you wipe the fingerprints of the murderer off that gun?'

'I wanted to remove my own fingerprints.'

'Why?'

'I was afraid-I was afraid that it was my gun and I might be connected with the murder.'

'So, you had a guilty feeling that you might have been connected with the murder at least as early as six or seven minutes after ten o'clock that night?'

'Well, how would you feel if your gun had been there?'

'How would I feel?' Hamilton Burger said, drawing himself up to his full height. 'I would feel that I was a law- abiding citizen and wanted the protection of the police immediately. I would have taken every possible step to have preserved the fingerprints of the murderer on that gun. I would have dashed to the nearest telephone. I would have called the police. I would have said, 'I think this is my gun. I think my fingerprints are on it, but the fingerprints of the murderer should also be on it.' I certainly wouldn't have taken a handkerchief and scrubbed the murderer's fingerprints off the gun, nor would I have stopped at a culvert and thrown the gun under a culvert, nor would I have- But, come, come, I digress, Mr. Dutton, you asked me a question and I answered it. I shouldn't have. I should be the one asking you questions. Now, after you had rubbed the fingerprints off that gun, what did you do?'

'I hurried off the golf course and got in my car.'

'No, you didn't,' Hamilton Burger said. 'Your testimony shows that you waited another fourteen minutes. What were you doing during that fourteen minutes?'

'Well, I was rubbing the gun for one thing.'

'Polishing it like mad, I suppose?'

'I polished it vigorously.'

'You breathed your breath on it so that the moisture in your breath would condense on the metal and help eliminate the prints?'

'I believe I did blow on it, yes.'

'Well, well,' Hamilton Burger said, 'and all this from a man who wouldn't presume to conceal evidence!'

Hamilton Burger shook his head as though bewildered at such depravity on the part of any human being, turned and started back to his chair. Then, as though actuated by some afterthought, turned back to the witness. 'Well, let's ask you a few questions about the trust, Mr. Dutton. You say there was some hundred thousand dollars in the trust when you received it, and, after paying out a hundred thousand, there is approximately two hundred and fifty thousand left?'

'Yes, sir.'

'And the Steer Ridge Oil Company stock, you sold that?'

'Yes.'

'But the reason you were meeting with this man, Rodger Palmer, was to discuss making a deal with him in connection with Steer Ridge Oil Company proxies?'

'Yes, sir.'

'I don't understand,' Hamilton Burger said. 'You had sold the Steer Ridge Oil Company stock?'

'Well, I had some other stock.'

'Other stock, Mr. Dutton?'

'Yes.'

'Other Steer Ridge Oil Company stock?'

'Yes.'

'Well, well, tell us about that, by all means,' Burger said.

'I had some stock that I had purchased myself.'

'When did you purchase that?'

'The first batch was several weeks earlier, then I increased my holdings to the original amount only a few days before the strike.'

'And had been holding this stock?'

'Yes.'

'You sold the stock which the trust fund held in the Steer Ridge Oil Company?'

'Yes, sir. I sold that stock.'

'Why?'

'Well, I thought it was highly speculative. I didn't think it was a good investment for the trust.'

'But it wasn't too highly speculative to be an investment for you, yourself, as an individual?'

'I could afford to take a chance.'

'I see,' Burger said. 'Now, with reference to the sale of the stock from the trust fund, did you sell yourself the stock from the trust fund?'

'I got my stock later and I paid the market price for it.'

'But it has gone up in value?'

'Yes.'

'How much has it gone up in value?'

'Quite a bit.'

'What price did you credit the trust fund from the sale of that Steer Ridge stock?'

'Around ten thousand dollars.'

'And what is that stock worth now?'

'Two hundred thousand.'

'So you made a hundred and ninety thousand dollars' profit out of betraying the interests of the beneficiary?'

'I did nothing of the kind.'

'You sold the stock from the trust fund and bought shares of that same stock yourself?'

'Yes-when I felt a proxy fight was on.'

'And that stock is now worth many times what you paid for it?'