"Gardner, Erle Stanley - Perry Mason 075 - The Case of the Troubled Trustee" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gardner Earle Stanley)

"A professional matter," she interrupted.
Mason said, "My specialty is murder cases and trial work. What the devil would I want with an investment counselor?"
"I intimated as much," Della Street said.
"He wouldn't tell you what it was all about?"
"No, only that it was a highly personal matter involving something which must be handled in complete confidence and with the greatest of tact."
Mason said, "I'll take a look at him, at any rate that will get him away from Gertie's romantic gaze.
"How old is he, Della?"
"I would say thirty-one or thirty-two."
"And," Mason said, "I suppose his shoes are polished, his nails well manicured, his tie faultless, his appearance impeccable."
"Isn't all that supposed to go with an investment counselor?" Della Street asked.
Mason suddenly became thoughtful. "Hang it," he said, "I may have been doing the guy an injustice. Show him in, Della, and we'll find Out what he Wants."
Della Street nodded, left the office, and a few moments later returned, leading Kerry Dutton into the office.
"Mr. Dutton, Mr. Mason," she said.
Mason met the unflinching gray eyes, gave the man a brief appraisal from head to foot, then got up to shake hands. "How are you, Mr. Dutton?" he said.
"This is a great honor," Dutton said. "I am sorry I had to come without an appointment, Mr. Mason, but the matter is one of extreme urgency."
"Tell me generally what it's about," Mason invited. "I take it you're consulting me professionally?"
"Yes, indeed."
"My work," Mason said, "is largely in other fields. I doubt that I can help you. You're probably wasting time for both of us."
"You defend criminals, don't you?" Dutton asked.
"Yes."
"That's what I want you for."
"Who's the criminal?" Mason asked.
Dutton touched his breast with his left forefinger.
Mason studied his visitor with eyes that were steady and penetrating.
"You're been arrested and are out on bail?" he asked.
Dutton shook his head. "I haven't been arrested. That's why I came to you. I would like to keep from being arrested."
"You have perhaps embezzled money?"
"Yes."
"From whom?"
"From the account of one Desere Ellis."
"How much have you embezzled?"
"Looking at it one way it's a quarter of a million dollars."
Mason shook his head. "Every man," he said, "is entitled to his day in court. Every man is entitled to a lawyer to represent him, but a lawyer is not a partner in crime. From the facts as you tell them, you not only cannot escape arrest but, if I were to represent you, I would pick up that telephone and call the police."
"Wait a minute. You don't know the facts."
"I know enough of them from your own admissions."
"May I tell the story my way?"
Mason looked at his wrist watch. "I'll give you two minutes," he said, "but I'm busy. Your case doesn't appeal to me and your type doesn't appeal to me."
Dutton flushed.
Mason gave him no invitation to sit down, and Dutton remained standing.
"Templeton Ellis, the father of Desere Ellis, was one of my clients," he said. "He died four years ago. At the time of her father's death, Desere was twenty-three and was mixed up with a lot of people of whom her father didn't approve.
"He left a will containing a spendthrift trust. I was the trustee. Desere was to have the income as I saw fit to give it to her for her needs. She could have as much of the principal as I felt was advisable. I was given sole discretion in handling the funds; the right to invest and reinvest. I was to serve without bond."
"I see," Mason said. "He left you with absolute power."
"Yes. He did that to protect his daughter from herself."
"And what did he do," Mason asked pointedly, "to protect his daughter from you?"
"Nothing," Dutton said.
Mason's silence was eloquent.
"Now then," Dutton went on, "the amount of money that he left was around one hundred thousand dollars. In the four years since his death, I have given his daughter approximately a hundred and ten thousand dollars."
Mason frowned. "I thought you said you had embezzled a quarter of a million."
"In a way, I have."
"I don't understand."