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PERRY MASON…fighting attorney； who preferred being paid off as a sheep to being double…crossed like a lamb
DELLA STREET…who was a faithful Girl Friday （also Sunday and Monday； if not quite always）
EVA GRIFFIN…well groomed and well heeled； who was a phony
HARRISON BURKE…Congressman； whose Duty to the People was to keep them from knowing he was mixed up in murder
FRANK LOCKE…editor of Spicy Bits； who was Southern； but no gentleman
PAUL DRAKE…who turned up some interesting information on Georgia peaches and sons of same
SIDNEY DRUMM…who put himself out on a limb of the tree Perry Mason was up
GEORGE C。 BELTER…who got his money by blackmail； and who…naturally…got his
MRS。 BELTER…a woman who had a will of her own and put a velvet clause in it
CARL GRIFFIN…nephew of George Belter； and a gentleman around and around and around the town
BILL HOFFMAN…head of Homicide； who wanted the sleuth； the whole sleuth； and little else
MRS。 VEITCH…the housekeeper； who was silent as the tomb and looked like a mummy
NORMA VEITCH…a girl with matrimonies on her mind
ESTHER LINTEN…who made up for losing her beauty sleep by deciding to pass out the night before
SOL STEINBURG…who excelled at histrionics
ARTHUR ATWOOD…who found himself vulnerable on Mrs。 Belter's tricks
HARRY LORING…who wasn't sure whether he had too many wives or none
1。
Autumn sun beat against the window。
Perry Mason sat at the big desk。 There was about him the attitude of one who is waiting。 His face in repose was like the face of a chess player who is studying the board。 That face seldom changed expression。 Only the eyes changed expression。 He gave the impression of being a thinker and a fighter； a man who could work with infinite patience to jockey an adversary into just the right position； and then finish him with one terrific punch。
Book cases； filled with leather…backed books； lined the walls of the room。 A big safe was in one corner。 There were two chairs； in addition to the swivel chair which Perry Mason occupied。 The office held an atmosphere of plain； rugged efficiency； as though it had absorbed something of the personality of the man who occupied it。
The door to the outer office opened； and Della Street； his secretary； eased her way into the room and closed the door behind her。
〃A woman；〃 she said； 〃who claims to be a Mrs。 Eva Griffin。〃 Perry Mason looked at the girl with level eyes。
〃And you don't think she is？〃 he asked。
She shook her head。
〃She looks phony to me；〃 she said。 〃I've looked up the Griffins in the telephone book。 And there isn't any Griffin who has an address like the one she gave。 I looked in the City Directory； and got the same result。 There are a lot of Griffins； but I don't find any Eva Griffin。 And I don't find any at her address。〃
〃What was the address？〃 asked Mason。
〃2271 Grove Street；〃 she said。
Perry Mason made a notation on a slip of paper。
〃I'll see her；〃 he said。
〃Okay；〃 said Della Street。 〃I just wanted you to know that she looks phony to me。〃
Della Street was slim of figure； steady of eye； a young woman of approximately twenty…seven； who gave the impression of watching life with keenly appreciative eyes and seeing far below the surface。
She remained standing in the doorway eyeing Perry Mason with quiet insistence。 〃I wish；〃 she said； 〃that you'd find out who she really is before we do anything for her。〃
〃A hunch？〃 asked Perry Mason。
〃You might call it that；〃 she said； smiling。
Perry Mason nodded。 His face had not changed expression。 Only his eyes had bee warily watchful。
〃All right； send her in； and I'll take a look at her myself。〃
Della Street closed the door as she went out； keeping a hand on the knob； however。 Within a few seconds； the knob turned the door opened； and a woman walked into the room with an air of easy assurance。
She was in her early thirties； or perhaps； her late twenties…well groomed； and giving an appearance of being exceedingly well cared for。 She flashed a swiftly appraising glance about the office before she looked at the man seated behind the desk。
〃e in and sit down；〃 said Perry Mason。
She looked at him then； and there was a faint expression of annoyance upon her face。 It was as though she expected men to get up when she came into the room； and to treat her with a deferential recognition of her sex and her position。
For just a moment she seemed inclined to ignore his invitation。 Then she walked to the chair across from the desk sat down in it； and looked at Perry Mason。
〃Well？〃 he asked。
〃You're Mr。 Mason； the attorney？〃
〃Yes。〃
The blue eyes which had been looking at him in cautious appraisal； suddenly widened as though by an effort。 They gave to her face an expression of utter innocence。
〃I am in trouble；〃 she said。
Perry Mason nodded as though the news meant nothing to him； other than a matter of daily routine。
When she didn't go on； he said： 〃Most people who e in here are…〃
The woman said； abruptly： 〃You don't make it easy for me to tell you about it。 Most of the attorneys I have consulted。。。〃
She was suddenly silent。
Perry Mason smiled at her。 Slowly he got to his feet； put his hands on the edge of the desk and leaned his weight on them so that his body was leaning toward her across the desk。 〃Yes；〃 he said； 〃I know。 Most of the attorneys that you've consulted have had expensive suites of offices and a lot of clerks running in and out。 You've paid them big money and haven't had anything much to show for it。 They've bowed and scraped when you came in the room； and charged you big retainers。 But when you get in a real jam you don't dare to go to them。〃
Her wide eyes narrowed somewhat。 For two or three seconds they stared at each other； and then the woman lowered her eyes。
Perry Mason continued to speak； slowly and forcefully； yet without raising his voice。
〃All right；〃 he said； 〃I'm different。 I get my business because I fight for it； and because I fight for my clients。 Nobody ever called on me to organize a corporation； and I've never yet probated an estate。 I haven't drawn up over a dozen contracts in my life； and I wouldn't know how to go about foreclosing a mortgage。 People that e to me don't e to me because they like the looks of my eyes； or the way my office is furnished； or because they've known me at a club。 They e to me because they need me。 They e to me because they want to hire me for what I can do。〃
She looked up at him then。 〃Just what is it that you do； Mr Mason？〃 she asked。
He snapped out two words at her。 〃I fight！〃
She nodded vigorously。 〃That's exactly what I want you to do for me。〃
He sat down again in his swivel chair； and lit a cigarette。 The atmosphere seemed to have been cleared as though the two personalities had created an electrical storm which had subsided。 〃All right；〃 he said。 〃Now we've wasted enough time with preliminaries。 Get down to earth； and tell me what it is you want。 Tell me first who you are and how you happened to e to me。 Maybe it'll make it easier for you if you start in that way。〃
She began to speak rapidly； as though she had rehearsed what she was saying。
〃I am married。 My name is Eva Griffin； and I reside at 2271 Grove Street。 I have trouble that I can't very well discuss with the attorneys who have heretofore represented me。 A friend who asked her name withheld； told me about you。 She said that you were more than a lawyer。 That you went out and did things。〃
She was silent for a moment； and then asked： 〃Is it true？〃
Perry Mason nodded his head。
〃I suppose so；〃 he said。 〃Most attorneys hire clerks and detectives to work up their cases； and find out about the evidence。 I don't； for the simple reason that I can't trust any one to do that sort of stuff in the kind of cases I handle。 I don't handle very many； but when I do I'm well paid； and I usually give good results。 When I hire a detective； he's hired to get just one fact。〃
She nodded quickly and eagerly。 Now that the ice was broken； she seemed eager to go on with her story。
〃You read in the paper about the hold…up at the Beechwood Inn last night？ There were some guests； you know； in the main dining room； and some in the private dining rooms。 A man tried to hold up the guests； and somebody shot him。〃
Perry Mason nodded。 〃I read about it；〃 he said。
〃I was there。〃
He shrugged his shoulders。 〃Know anything about who did the shooting？〃
She lowered her eyes for a moment； and then raised them to his。 〃No；〃 she said。
He looked at her； narrowed his eyes and scowled。
She met the stare for a second or two； then lowered her eyes。
Perry Mason continued to wait as though she had not answered his question。
After a moment she raised her eyes once more； and fidgeted uneasily in the chair。 〃Well；〃 she said； 〃if you're going to be my attorney； I should tell you the truth。 Yes。〃
Mason's nod seemed more of satisfaction than affirmation。
〃Go on；〃 he told her。
〃We tried to get out； and couldn't。 The entrances were all watched。 It seems somebody had put thr