Chapter Eleven
“Is that all there is to it?” Ellen Adair asked in a surprised tone of voice as Lieutenant Tragg turned back toward the duplex house and Mason started the motor.
“That isn’t all there is to it,” Mason said. “This is only the very start.”
“But he didn’t question me at all about what I knew about the dead woman or why we were here or...”
“Because,” Mason said, “he felt certain that I wouldn’t let you answer all the questions he asked and, if you did answer them, he had no way of knowing if you were lying.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Up to this point,” Mason said, “Lieutenant Tragg knows very little more about the murder as such than we do.
“We can estimate the time of death, but we have to rely on rigor mortis, on lights that have been left on, on a sprinkling system which has been turned down very low and left running for some time.
“Probably Agnes Burlington was killed some twenty-four hours earlier.
“But rigor mortis is one of the most deceiving methods of determining the time of death. Sometimes rigor mortis is virtually instantaneous; sometimes it is very slow in forming.
“There are other methods of determining the time of death — body temperature, the time when food was ingested, the condition of the food in the stomach and intestines, and all that.
“Tragg knows that we are all responsible people. We aren’t going to try to duck out of any inquiry. He knows that I have told him the truth, but he isn’t certain that I’ve told him all the truth. In fact, he is almost certain that I have withheld certain vital pieces of information, such as why we were anxious to interview Agnes Burlington, what the case is all about, why you are my client, and all the rest of it.”
“I am your client, am I not?” she asked as Mason turned the car back onto the boulevard.
“I suppose so,” the lawyer said wearily. “I’m stuck with you now. You didn’t want me to represent you anymore, then you came back in a panic. Why did you come back in a panic, Ellen?”
“I didn’t come back in a panic. I got to thinking things over and decided that if there was two million dollars involved, there was going to be enough publicity so I couldn’t escape it. I felt that they would find me and I felt that they’d find Agnes Burlington, and then they’d find Wight and... well, I decided that it was about time for me to come out in the open and that Wight was going to have to adjust himself sooner or later to the realities of the situation.
“I thought it would be a lot easier on him to adjust to the realities if he had two million dollars.”
“And so you came back to me.”
“So I came back to you,” she said.
Mason drove silently for several blocks, then said, “You’re a pretty cool sort of a customer, Ellen.”
“I’m intensely human,” she said, “but I try to control myself.”
“That’s what I’m getting at,” Mason said, “You have a certain amount of control. Right now you’re just as cool as a cucumber.”
“Is there any reason why I shouldn’t be?”
“You were hysterical a short time ago.”
“I got over the hysteria. And, of course, a sudden emotional storm like that has the tendency, to clear the atmosphere.”
“And leave you cool, calm and collected.”
“Well, a lot calmer than I was when we discovered the body.”
Mason said, “It was the way you acted when we discovered the body that was just a little out of character. I told you not to touch anything. You went stumbling around, falling over things in general, falling over the body in particular, grasping at the surface of the dresser — and then you got up and broke away from Della Street and stumbled into the wall and pushed yourself back with your hands, zigzagged across the room, ran into the wall two or three times, put your hands all over the inside of the front door, and dashed out.
“Prior to that time, when I’d been looking in the windows, you made it a point to come over and stand beside me and cup your hands so that you could see through the window.”
“Well,” she asked, “is there anything wrong with all that?”
“You left fingerprints all over the place,” Mason said.
“I’m sorry.”
“You may be even more sorry,” Mason told her. “Tragg is not going to like that. He’ll find altogether too many of your fingerprints.”
“Well, I don’t know whether Tragg will understand or not. But, after all, he’s a veteran police officer and he must have seen women go to pieces before.
“After all, Mr. Mason, a woman is not a cold, reasoning machine. She relies on intuition as much as logic, and she is at times high-strung and temperamental.”
“I know, I know,” Mason said. “But a thought keeps circulating through my mind, and I’m wondering if it will occur to Lieutenant Tragg.”
“What thought?” she asked.
“That you knew Agnes Burlington was dead when you came to my office the second time.”
“Why, Mr. Mason!” she exclaimed. “Why... why, I never heard anything like that in all my life! You are accusing me of deception and duplicity!” Her voice trailed into indignant silence.
“I’m not accusing you of anything,” Mason said. “I’m asking you a question. Did you know Agnes Burlington was dead when you came to my office?”
“Of course not!”
Mason said, “I’m going to let you do a little thinking, Ellen. If you had been at that house before, if you knew that Agnes Burlington was lying there dead, you’re in just as much trouble as though you had gone to that house with a gun, pulled the trigger, and sent the fatal bullet into Agnes Burlington’s body.”
“Well, I told you I didn’t know anything about it. I didn’t have any idea that she was dead. I thought we’d find her alive and well and you could talk with her.”
Mason said thoughtfully, “I wonder.” Then suddenly he said, “In the driveway, Ellen, there were tracks. The water had seeped down through the sloping lawn onto the driveway.”
“Well?” she asked.
“You seemed unduly anxious to get me to put my car in the driveway,” Mason said. “In fact, you were quite insistent that I should go up that muddy driveway.”
“I thought it would be better it we parked the car in the driveway and...”
“Why, because it... well, I don’t know, it just seemed to me to be the thing to do.”
“I am wondering,” Mason said, “if you wanted me to use my car to obliterate the tracks which had been left in that muddy driveway. I am wondering if you had driven out to the house earlier in the day and had left your car parked in the driveway; if you had started across to the front door, found that the lawn was soft, that your feet were bogging down in the soft soil, and so had gone back to the driveway, gone around to the back door, knocked at the back door, found that it was open, gone in, and found Agnes Burlington’s body.
“I am wondering if you started looking around a little bit before you did anything, perhaps looking to see if she had left a diary or some papers, and, in that way, left your fingerprints in the house.
“Then I am wondering if, when you decided that you had to get yourself out of a jam, you didn’t come to me and get me to go out to the house, planning for me to discover the body and having it all planned in advance that you could have a case of hysterics and leave your fingerprints all over the place so that I could tell Lieutenant Tragg what had happened, in order to explain your fingerprints.”
“Mr. Mason,” she said with cold dignity, “I think, under those circumstances, you are hardly in a position to act as my attorney!”
“Anytime you want out of the relationship,” Mason said, “you don’t need to hesitate for a minute. But I’m warning you that if what I said is correct, you’re facing a first-degree murder trial. Don’t kid yourself for a minute that anything as simple as your plot will fool Lieutenant Tragg for more than twenty-four hours. Now think it over.”