Byrl Gailord lowered her eyes thoughtfully for a moment, then said almost inaudibly, “It isn’t the way I remember it.”
Sergeant Holcomb pounced on her statement. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked.
She said, “Uncle Albert — that’s Mr. Tidings — wasn’t quite as short and irritable as it would seem from the way Mrs. Tump tells it.”
“He was, too,” Mrs. Tump said indignantly. “He was very abusive. He…”
“I don’t think you understand Uncle Albert as well as I do,” Byrl Gailord interrupted. “He’s exceedingly nervous when he’s in a hurry, and he was in a hurry then.”
“Yes,” Mrs. Tump admitted, “he did say something about an appointment.”
“An appointment?” Sergeant Holcomb asked eagerly. “Who with?”
“He didn’t say,” Mrs. Tump said.
“A lady,” Byrl Gailord corrected.
“Yes, that’s right. He did say something about he couldn’t keep a lady waiting,” Mrs. Tump agreed, “but he didn’t say definitely that it was an appointment.”
“Well, not in so many words,” Byrl supplemented, “but I gathered that he had an appointment with a young woman.”
“A social engagement?” Sergeant Holcomb asked.
Byrl twisted her gloves. “Personally,” she said, “I think it was a business appointment, and I think it was something which worried him very much, something which made him preoccupied and irritable.”
“You’re giving him altogether too much credit,” Mrs. Tump said. “The man was rude, impertinent, and — and ugly. He was trying to be abusive.”
Byrl Gailord shook her head decisively, and met Sergeant Holcomb’s eyes. “That isn’t true, Sergeant,” she said. “Mrs. Tump didn’t know him well, that’s all. If you investigate, you’ll find Mr. Tidings had a very important appointment, and he was in a hurry to keep it. It was an appointment which meant a great deal to him, either personally or in a business way.”
Carl Mattern said, “That agrees with what I told you, Sergeant.”
Sergeant Holcomb frowned to him. “You said that Tidings knew these women were hanging around the parking place.”
“I think he did,” Mattern said. “He saw them drive in there, but I told you that I thought Mr. Tidings had an important appointment. That appointment was with a woman, I’m quite certain… And I think it was on business matters.”
“You don’t know what business?”
Mattern chose his words carefully. “It was with a woman who had been making some trouble for Mr. Tidings, or was in a position to make some trouble for him. I know that.”
“You can’t give me her name?”
“No.”
“When did Tidings come to his office Tuesday morning?”
“Around nine-thirty. Between nine-thirty and ten.”
“And he didn’t say anything about having kept an appointment Monday night?”
“No.”
“Didn’t say anything about where he’d been or whom he’d seen?”
“Not a word.”
“Could you tell anything from his manner?”
“Well, he seemed more at ease, I thought… A little less nervous, but that may have been merely my impression.”
Sergeant Holcomb turned back to Mrs. Tump. “Now then, Mrs. Tump,” he said. “You went back to Tidings’ office on Tuesday morning, didn’t you?”
Mrs. Tump fidgeted uneasily in her chair.
“Go ahead,” Sergeant Holcomb said. “Answer the question.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Why?”
“Well,” she said, “I figured… I don’t know. I just wanted to give him one more chance.”
Sergeant Holcomb said, “You figured that you’d arranged with Mason to ring him up and frighten him, that the thought that Perry Mason was going to represent Byrl Gailord would scare Tidings into making some sort of a settlement, and you intended to see him and make a settlement direct and chisel Mason out of a lawyer’s fee, didn’t you?”
Mrs. Tump said indignantly, “I did nothing of the sort,” but her eyes avoided those of Mason and of Sergeant Holcomb.
Sergeant Holcomb smiled frostily at Mason. “Why did you want to see him?” he asked Mrs. Tump.
“I… Well, I wanted to explain to him that — well, I wanted to tell him that Mr. Mason was going to act for Byrl.”
“That was the only information you wanted to give him?”
“Yes.”
Sergeant Holcomb grinned triumphantly. “We’ll let it go at that. What time did you get there?”
Mrs. Tump nodded to Mattern. “His secretary knows. It was shortly before noon.”
“And Tidings wasn’t in his office?”
“The secretary said he wasn’t in his office.”
“But you didn’t believe that?”
“Well, not exactly.”
“You went over to the parking lot again?”
“I looked around there, yes.”
“And then you went to Mr. Tidings’ club?”
There was a distinct pause before Mrs. Tump said, “Yes.”
“And somewhere along the line,” Sergeant Holcomb said triumphantly, “you found out where Tidings was. You followed him out to the home of his wife, where the body was found, and you had your last conversation with him there, didn’t you, Mrs. Tump?”
She met his eyes then with indignant denial. “I did nothing of the sort,” she said. “You have absolutely no right to make such a statement. I can make trouble for you on that.”
“Where were you at one o’clock Tuesday afternoon?”
“Why, I… I’d have to think… Wait a minute. I was at my hairdresser’s. I had a twelve-thirty appointment.”
Sergeant Holcomb frowned thoughtfully. “Where were you, Miss Gailord?”
She said, “Why, I don’t know… Tuesday… Oh, I know. I was having lunch with Coleman Reeger… I guess you know him. He’s the polo player. His family is very prominent socially.”
Sergeant Holcomb walked over to the telephone on Mason’s desk, picked it up, and said, “Put me through to police headquarters. I want to get the autopsy surgeon who’s working on the body of Albert Tidings. I’ll hold the phone.”
He stood with the receiver held to his ear.
Mattern said to Mason, “I can tell you some things now, Mr. Mason, which I wasn’t at liberty to say before. As far as Miss Gailord’s affairs are concerned, I know something about them. The very last thing Mr. Tidings did was to make a most advantageous deal for Miss Gailord.”
“What was it?” Mason asked.
“He sold out ten thousand shares of stock in the Seaboard Consolidated Freighters, and invested the proceeds in Western Prospecting. Just before he left the office, he told me to be sure to take the check down to Loftus & Cale, to see that the deal was put through.”
“How much was the check?” Mason asked.
“Fifty thousand dollars.”
“What’s Western Prospecting? Is that a listed stock?” Mrs. Tump asked.
“No, Mrs. Tump. It’s not listed.”
“I never heard of it,” Mason said.
“Well,” Mattern said, “confidentially, they’ve struck… I’m sorry, Mr. Mason, but I can’t divulge details, but Mr. Tidings made a complete investigation. Out of that one deal, Miss Gailord will net — well, let’s call it a handsome profit.”
“Why so cagey?” Mason asked.
“Because,” Mattern said, “the information is highly confidential, and you know there’s nothing on earth so dangerous as having information leak out on a stock deal. I didn’t intend to say anything about the stock as an investment. I merely mentioned it to show that Mr. Tidings was working in Miss Gailord’s interests. He devoted weeks of study to the situation. He’d had a mining expert making confidential reports on the holdings of Western Prospecting, and had been to considerable pains to get detailed, accurate information on one of their holdings — a mining property.”