"Her husband wants to get a divorce?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Why do men usually want to get divorces?"
Mason shook his head impatiently and said, "You'll have to play fair with me, Mrs. Benson. What's behind all this?"
She smoked in silence for a few seconds and said, "When my granddaughter is twenty-six, which'll be next year, she gets one-half of a trust fund, and her daughter, Virginia, who's six, gets the other half, unless a judge should decide Sylvia isn't a fit person to have the custody of Virginia. In that case, Virginia gets all of it."
"And with a situation like that brewing," Mason said incredulously, "she's given IOU's to a couple of gamblers?"
Matilda Benson nodded. "Sylvia's always done pretty much as she pleased. That's why the property was left in trust and not given to her outright."
"So her husband's trying to get some evidence which'll give him a divorce and cause Sylvia to lose her share of the trust funds?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"So his daughter will have twice as much money, and so he can have the handling of that money. If he ever finds out about those IOU's, he'll get them and use them to show Sylvia can't be trusted with money. He has other evidence, too, but, right now, he wants to show she can't be trusted with money. You'll have to work fast. I want those IOU's before Sam Grieb finds out how important they are."
Mason said slowly, "I think Grieb already knows."
"Then we're licked before we start."
"No, we're not licked, but I begin to see why you wanted a lawyer. How much is the trust fund?"
"Half a million in all. If Frank Oxman ever gets the custody of Virginia and gets his hands on the money it'll be like signing the kid's death warrant."
"Surely not that bad," Mason said.
"That man's like a rattlesnake."
"He'd be under the control and supervision of the courts," Mason pointed out.
She laughed mirthlessly. "You don't know Frank Oxman. Sylvia isn't any match for him. As long as I'm here I'll fight him, but I'm almost seventy. I'm not going to be here forever."
"But look here," Mason said, "a court wouldn't deprive Sylvia of the custody of her child simply because she'd been gambling."
"There are other things," Matilda Benson said grimly.
"How about Frank Oxman; does he have any money?"
"He has a little to gamble with."
"What sort of gambling?"
"The stock market mostly. That's considered respectable. Sylvia plays roulette, and that's considered immoral. People make me sick. They're hypocrites."
"What I'm trying to find out," Mason said, "is how Oxman is going to get the money to take up those IOU's."
"Don't worry, he'll raise that all right."
"How?"
"There's a ring that will put up money for things like that," she said. "Occasionally Frank is able to fix a prize fight or a horse race or something of that sort. He can always raise the necessary money to make a killing then."
"Sylvia will pay off those IOU's if she gets that money from the trust fund?"
"Of course."
"No matter who has the IOU's?"
Matilda Benson nodded.
"It would help a lot," Mason said slowly, "if she wouldn't."
"What do you mean?"
"If Frank Oxman is going to buy those IOU's he'd have to offer cash for them. He'd have to offer the amount of the notes plus a bonus. If he's borrowing the money, he'd have to put up the IOU's as collateral. If the people who were loaning the money thought the collateral wasn't good, they'd refuse to put up the money."
"No," she said slowly, "that won't work. Sylvia would never go back on her word."
Mason said, "I have an idea. I don't know how good it is, but I think it may work. From what I saw last night, I think there's friction between Grieb and Duncan. I have an idea that friction may be sufficiently intensified to throw them into a court of equity. A court wouldn't consider the gambling business an equitable asset. But there's quite a lot of money invested in furniture and fixtures, and the partnership must have that gambling ship under lease. Now, if I could start the pair fighting, and one of the partners should drag the other into court and have a receiver appointed to wind up the partnership business, they couldn't transfer those notes. And if I pointed out to a federal court that the notes had been given to secure a gambling debt, it would probably refuse to consider them as assets."
Matilda Benson leaned forward. "Listen," she said, "I don't want to be held up by a couple of crooked gamblers. But if you can pull something like this, the sky's the limit so far as expenses are concerned."
"Which brings us," Mason said casually, "to the question of why you're so anxious to get those IOU's. If you make Sylvia a present of them, the effect is just the same as though you'd given her the money to go and pay them off. And that wouldn't take any premium. Therefore..."
Della Street gently opened the door from the outer office and said in a low voice, "Charles Duncan is in the outer office, Chief. He says he wants to see you personally and that it's important."
Matilda Benson's gray eyes stared significantly at the lawyer. "That means," she said, "they've already approached Oxman, and Duncan is going to play one bidder against the other."
Mason shook his head, his forehead furrowed into a puzzled frown. "I don't think so," he told her. "I have detectives on Oxman, Duncan and Grieb. This certainly isn't a matter they'd discuss over the telephone, and if there'd been a personal meeting I'd have known of it."
"Then what does he want to see you about?"
Mason said, "The best way to find out is by talking with him." She nodded. He turned to his secretary and said, "Della, take Mrs. Benson into the law library. Tell Mr. Duncan to come in... Does Duncan know you, Mrs. Benson?"
"No, he never saw me in his life."
"All right, you wait in the law library. I think Duncan is going to make some proposition. It may prove interesting."
Della Street said, "This way, please," escorted Matilda Benson into the law library, and then brought Charlie Duncan into Mason's private office.
Duncan's face was twisted into his customary cordial grin, prominently displaying the burnished gold teeth in his upper jaw, "No hard feelings because of last night?" he asked.
"No hard feelings," Mason said.
"You played a pretty smart game," Duncan went on. "If it hadn't been that the breaks went against you, you'd have had us licked."
Mason said nothing.
Duncan said, "Oh, well, we can't always win, you know."
Mason indicated a chair and said, "Sit down."
Duncan took a cigar case from his pocket and extended it to Mason.
"No," Mason told him, "I only smoke cigarettes."
Duncan sniffed and then indicated Matilda Benson's leather cigar case which she had left on the desk.