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“It won’t,” said Mason.
“I didn’t think it would,” gri
Chapter 2
Frank Locke had coarse,mahogany skin,and wore a tweedsuit.
His skin didn’t have the ta
“Well,” he said, “you can talk here.”
Perry Mason shook his head. “No, you’ve got this place rigged up with all sorts of dictographs. I’ll talk where I know that you’re the only one that’ll hear what I’m going to say.”
“Where?” asked Frank Locke.
“You can come to my office,” said Mason, without hope or enthusiasm in his tone.
Frank Locke laughed, and his laugh was gratingly mirthless. “Now I’ll tell one,” he said.
“Okay,” said Mason. “Put on your hat, and start out with me. We’ll agree on some place.”
“How do you mean?” asked Locke, his eyes suddenly suspicious.
“We’ll pick a hotel,” said Mason.
“One that you’ve picked out already?” asked Locke.
“No,” said Mason, “we’ll get a cab and tell him to drive us around. If you’re that suspicious, you can pick the hotel yourself.”
Frank Locke hesitated a minute, then said: “Excuse me a moment. I’ll have to see if it’s all right for me to leave the office. I’ve got some things that I’ve been working on.”
“Okay,” said Mason, and sat down.
Frank Locke jumped up from behind the desk and left the room. He left the door open as he went out. From the outer offices came the clack of busy typewriters, the hum of voices. Perry Mason sat and smoked placidly. His face held that expression of absorbed concentration which was so typical of him.
He waited almost ten minutes. Then Frank Locke came in, wearing his hat.
“All right,” he said, “I can leave now.”
The two men left the building together, hailed a cruising cab.
“Drive around the business section,” said Perry Mason.
Locke regarded the attorney with those chocolate brown eyes of his, which seemed to contain no expression whatever.
“Maybe we could talk here,” he said.
Mason shook his head. “I want to talk where I don’t have to yell.”
Locke gri
Mason said, grimly: “When I yell, I mean business.”
Locke lit a cigarette, with a bored air.
“Yeah?” he said casually.
The cab turned to the left. “There’s a hotel,” said Mason.
Locke gri
Perry Mason said: “Okay. Go ahead and pick one. Just don’t tell the driver where to go. Let him drive around and you can pick any hotel that he drives by.”
Locke laughed. “Getting cautious, ain’t we?”
Perry Mason nodded.
Locke tapped on the glass. “We’ll get out here,” he said, “at the hotel.”
The cab driver looked at him with mild surprise but braked the car to a stop. Mason flipped him a fifty cent piece, and the two men walked into the lobby of the cheap hotel.
“How about the parlor?” asked Locke.
“Suits me,” said Mason.
They walked across the lobby, took the elevator to the mezzanine floor, walked past the manicurist’s room, and sat down in chairs that faced each other, with a smoking stand in between.
“All right,” said Locke, “you’re Perry Mason, an attorney. You’re representing somebody, and you want something. Shoot!”
Mason said: “I want something kept out of your paper.”
“Lots of people do,” said Locke. “What do you want out?”
Mason said: “Well, let’s discuss procedure first. Are you willing to talk a straight money proposition?”
Locke shook his head emphatically.
“We’re not a blackmailing sheet,” he said. “We sometimes extend favors to our advertisers.”
“Oh, that’s it, is it?” said Mason.
“That’s it,” said Locke.
“What would I advertise?” asked Mason.
Locke shrugged his shoulders. “We don’t care,” he said, “you don’t need to advertise anything, if you don’t want to. We sell you the space. That’s all.”
“I see,” said Mason.
“Okay. What is it you want?”
“There was a murder at the Beechwood I
Frank Locke turned his dispassionate milk-chocolate eyes upon the attorney.
“Well?” he asked.
Mason continued: “I understand there’s some mystery about the thing. That is, the District Attorney is going to make quite an investigation.”
Locke said: “You still haven’t told me anything.”
“I’m telling you,” said Mason.
“Okay. Go ahead.”
“Somebody told me,” continued Mason, “that the list of witnesses that was handed to the District Attorney might not be complete.”
Locke stared at him.
“Who do you represent?” he asked.
“A possible advertiser in your paper,” said Mason.
“All right. Go on. Let’s hear the rest of it,” Locke invited.
“You know the rest of it,” said Mason.
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t admit it,” Locke replied. “I don’t do anything except sell advertising space. You’ve got to come out in the open. You’re the one that comes all the way. I don’t budge an inch.”
“Okay,” Mason said. “As an advertiser in your paper, I wouldn’t like to see it mix into that murder too closely. That is, I wouldn’t like to have it mention the name of any witness who might have been there, but whose name wasn’t included on the list which was given to the District Attorney. I would particularly dislike to see your paper come out with the name of some prominent witness whose name had been omitted from that list, and ask why he was not summoned as a witness and questioned. And, still speaking as an advertiser, I would dislike very much to see any comment made in any way about this witness having a companion with him, or any surmises as to the identity of that companion. Now then, how much is advertising space going to cost me?”
“Well,” said Locke, “if you’re going to dictate the policies of the paper, you’ll have to take quite a bit of advertising. It would have to be handled under a contract. I would draw up an advertising contract with you, and agree to sell you the space over a period of time. The agreement would contain a clause for liquidated damages in the event you broke the contract. Then, if you didn’t want to take all the advertising, you could pay over the sum of liquidated damages.”
Perry Mason said: “I could pay over that sum just as soon as I broke the contract?”
“Sure,” said Locke.