The Case of the Velvet Claws

“And I could break the contract just as soon as it was drawn up, eh?”

“No,” said Locke. “We wouldn’t like that. You’d have to wait a day or two.”

“There’d be no action taken while I was waiting, of course,” said Mason.

“Of course.”

Mason took out a cigarette case,fished out a cigarette with his long,capable fingers,lit it,and surveyed Locke with eyes that were cold anduncordial.

“All right,” he said. “I’ve said everything I came to say. Now I’m listening.”

Locke got up from his chair and took several paces up and down the floor. His head was thrust forward, and his chocolate colored eyes blinked rapidly.

“I’ve got to think this thing over,” he said.

Mason took out his watch and looked at it. “All right, you’ve got ten minutes to do your thinking in.”

“No, no,” said Locke. “It’s going to take a little while to think it over.”

“No, it isn’t,” said Mason.

“I say it is.”

“You’ve got ten minutes,” insisted Mason.

“You’re the one that came to me,” said Locke. “I didn’t come to you.”

Mason said: “Don’t be foolish. Remember that I’m representing a client. You’ve got to make a proposition to me, and I’ve got to see that it’s transmitted to my client. And it isn’t going to be easy to get in touch with that client.”

Locke raised his eyebrows. “Like that, eh?” he said.

“Like that,” said Mason.

Locke said: “Well, maybe I could think it over in ten minutes. But I’ve got to call the office.”

“Okay,” said Mason. “Go ahead and call your office. I’ll wait right here.”

Locke went at once to the elevator and went down to the main floor. Mason strolled to the railing of the mezzanine and watched him cross the lobby. Locke did not go to the telephone booths, but left the hotel.

Mason went to the elevators, pressed the button, went down to the lobby, straight through the door, and crossed the street. He stood in a doorway, smoking and watching the buildings across the street.

After three or four minutes, Locke came out of a drug store and walked into the hotel.

Mason crossed the street, entered the hotel a few steps behind Locke, and followed him until he came abreast of the telephone booths. Then Mason stepped into one of the telephone booths, left the door open, thrust out his head and called: “Oh, Locke.”

Locke whirled, his chocolate brown eyes suddenly wide with alarm, and stared at Mason.

“Got to thinking,” explained Mason, “that I’d better telephone and see if I could get in touch with my client. So that I could give you an immediate answer. But I can’t get a call through. Nobody answers. I’m waiting to get a nickel back.”

Locke nodded. His eyes were still suspicious.

“Let the nickel go,” he said. “Our time’s worth more than that.”

Mason said: “Maybe yours is,” and stepped back to the telephone. He jiggled the receiver two or three times, then shrugged his shoulders with an exclamation of disgust, and left the telephone booth. The two men rode together in the elevator to the mezzanine floor, and returned to the chairs they had occupied.

“Well?” said Mason.

“I’ve been thinking the thing over,” said Frank Locke, and hesitated.

Mason commented, dryly: “Well, I presumed that you had.”

“You know,” said Locke, “the situation that you’ve brought up, without mentioning any names, might have a very important political angle.”

“Again,” said Mason, “still without mentioning any names, it might not. But there’s no use you and me sitting here trying to kid each other like a couple of horse traders. What’s your price?”

“The advertising contract,” said Locke, “would have to have a proviso that in the event it was breached, a payment of twenty thousand dollars would be made as liquidated damages.”

“You’re crazy!” exclaimed Mason.

Frank Locke shrugged his shoulders. “You’re the one that wanted to buy the advertising,” he said. “I don’t know as I’m anxious to sell it to you.”

Mason got to his feet. “You don’t act as though you wanted to sell anything,” he remarked. He walked to the elevator and Locke followed him.

“Maybe you’ll want to buy some advertising again sometime,” Locke said. “Our rates are somewhat elastic, you know.”

“Meaning that they’re going down?” queried Mason.

“Meaning that they may go up, in this case.”

“Oh,” said Mason, shortly.

He paused abruptly, and whirled, staring at Locke with cold, hostile eyes.

“Listen,” he said. “I know what I’m up against. And I’m telling you right now that you can’t get away with it.”

“Can’t get away with what?” said Locke.

“You know damned well what you can’t get away with,” said Mason. “By God! You fellows have run a blackmailing sheet here and made people eat out of your hands long enough. I’m telling you right now where you head in!”

Locke regained something of his composure, and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ve had fellows try to tell me that before,” he said.

“I didn’t say I was trying to tell you,” said Mason. “I said I was telling you.”

“And I heard you,” said Locke. “There’s no need of raising your voice.”

“Okay,” said Mason. “Just so you know what I mean. By God! I’m starting after you fellows right now.”

Locke smiled. “Very well. In the meantime, would you mind pressing the elevator button, or else get out of the way, so that I can press it.”

Mason turned and pressed the button. They rode down in silence, walked across the lobby.

When they reached the street, Locke smiled.

“Well,” he said, his brown eyes staring at Perry Mason, “there’s no hard feelings.”

Perry Mason turned his back.

“The hell there ain’t,” he said.

Chapter 3

Perry Mason sat in his automobile, and lit a cigarette from the butt of the one he had just smoked. His face was set in lines of patient concentration, his eyes glittered. He seemed like some pugilist seated in his corner, waiting for the gong to ring. Yet there was no expression of nervousness upon his face. The only thing which indicated strain was the fact that he had been lighting cigarettes, one after the other, for more than an hour.

Directly across the street was the building in which Spicy Bits had its editorial offices.

Mason was half way through the last cigarette in the package, when Frank Locke came out of the building.

Locke walked with a furtive ma

Perry Mason flipped away the cigarette and pressed his foot on the starter. The light coupe slid away from the curb and into the stream of traffic.

Locke turned to the right at the corner and hailed a taxicab. Mason trailed the cab closely until traffic thi