The Case of the Lucky Legs Read Free

visitor with the manner of one who trusts that the interruption will not cause him to lose his place in the book he is reading.
    "Hello, Perry," he said. "What brings you here?"
    "Doing my duty to a client," said Perry Mason.
    "Don't tell me you're retained in that hammer murder!" Manchester said. "We've got a good case against that woman, but if you start in -"
    "No," Mason said, "I'm working on the same side of the street you are this time."
    "How do you mean?"
    "Bradbury was in to see you about Frank Patton, who put on a racket in Cloverdale," Mason said.
    "So was Dr. Doray," Manchester told him. "Doray's coming back in half an hour."
    "Why coming back?"
    "I told him I'd look up a little law."
    "Have you looked it up?"
    "No, but it's going to make him feel better handling it that way."
    "In other words, you're washing your hands of the whole affair?"
    "Of course. We aren't washing Cloverdale's dirty linen, and there was nothing pulled here. This is where the girl is, that's all."
    "The motion picture company's here," Mason said.
    "What of it?"
    "Nothing, perhaps; again, perhaps quite a bit of it."
    "It's Cloverdale's money, and the Cloverdale merchants are the ones to make a squawk," Manchester went on. "We've got enough troubles of our own. What are you going to do, Perry?"
    "That depends," Mason said, "on what I can do."
    "What are you driving at?"
    "If," Perry Mason said, "I could get a confession from Patton, stating that this was the general scheme he had built up to defraud merchants in Cloverdale and elsewhere, it might change the complexion of the situation."
    "Listen," Manchester said, "that bird, Patton, is a smooth individual. He knows what he's doing. He isn't going to make any such confession."
    "That depends," Perry Mason said.
    "Depends on what?"
    "Depends on the way he's approached."
    Carl Manchester looked shrewdly at Perry Mason, then took the cigarette from his lips and ground out the end in an ashtray.
    "Now," he said, "I'm commencing to get your drift."
    "I hoped you would," Mason said.
    Manchester looked frowningly thoughtful.
    "Look here, Mason," he said at length, running his fingers over the corners of the law book, and letting the pages riffle through his fingers, "we're not washing Cloverdale's dirty linen; that doesn't mean that we're sticking up for Patton. The man's a crook; there's no question of that. I've gone into the evidence enough to know it. I don't know whether we can prove anything; I doubt it. The district attorney at Cloverdale passed the buck; that's a bad sign. We don't want to monkey with it. We've got enough stuff to bother us, as it is, without borrowing trouble. But if you want to take this man to pieces, you go ahead."
    "How strong can I go?" asked Perry Mason.
    "Just as strong as you damn please."
    "Suppose he makes a squawk?"
    "Get me right on this," Manchester said. "I know the set-up. It's one of those legalized rackets. A lawyer has advised Patton just how far he can go and keep out of jail. Perhaps the lawyer was right; perhaps he's wrong. It's all a question of intent, and you know as well as I do that it's damn near impossible to prove intent by a preponderance of the evidence as it's required in a civil case, let alone to prove it beyond all reasonable doubt, as is required in a criminal case.
    "But if you want to get in touch with Patton and try to take him apart and see what makes him tick, you go right ahead."
    "And the limit?" asked Perry Mason.
    "So far as this office is concerned," Manchester said, "the sky's the limit. That is, we couldn't countenance mayhem. We couldn't overlook beating up with a club, but a rubber hose might be different. In other words, if Patton shows up at this office and tells any story of sharp practice or abuse at your hands, we'll scrutinize that story with a great deal of skepticism and we'll ask him a lot of questions about his occupation. Our attitude toward him won't be exactly friendly."
    "That," said Perry Mason, with his hand