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And that was correct? That was trip nine-seventy-one? Yes. She was running around down there, and Enny honked the horn a couple of times to hurry her up. He hates to be kept waiting. Just like in the movies. Hartley Essex, the ballistics expert, explained that bullets in poing throurh a human body are quite frequently deflected by bones and will do extraordinary things but obviously he is not too happy about the position of the bullet in the Alder case, or about the prospect of facing further cross-examination by Perry Mason when the case reopens Monday morning. Naturally. And what did you see? Devine leaned against the wall.Youre going to need to explain that. The sheriff volunteered a statement.The contents of the purse show when it was dropped, he said. Answer the question, Mason said. Shut up, Mason said. Listen. We havent much time. Doexactly as I tell you. Have the cab drive around several streets while you look at different houses. When the meter registers a dollar and sixty-five cents, have him turn around and drive back in the direction of the place where you have parked your car. Under no circumstances are you to say anything more than the bare necessities to the taxi driver. Be sure and get Ruth to pay off the cab. Encourage her to talk with the cab driver as much as possible, and when the meter reaches two dollars and ninety-five cents, apparently come to the last place you were looking for. Stop the driver and have Ruth pay off the cab. Tell Ruth to give him three dollars and a half, and youll pay her later. Do you understand all that? Yes. I had to park — thats it. He walked to Broadway from Grand Central. When Devine got to the theater his phone buzzed. He looked down at the screen, where a message appeared. Emerson Campbell wanted to meet with him for a progress report. Devine knew why. Suicide had just changed to homicide. He looked around. It was a typical Sunday on a warm summers day in Manhattan, meaning the streets were packed and people were either leisurely walking along or rushing on their way to get somewhere. If the lawyer had been completely without any high cards of his own, the columnist pointed out, he would necessarily have had to go into court objecting to this question and that question, moving to strike out answers as not being responsive, engaging in all of the technicalities of a person putting up a last-ditch legal fight. So he killed the rodent. Who else? Well, Mason told him, it turned out that the case I had down there wasnt terribly important after all...