Erl Gardner - The Case of the Daring Divorcee

Some years ago, I dedicated a Perry Mason mystery (The Case of the Moth-Eaten Mink) with an appropriate foreword to my friend, Dr. Russell Fisher, who, at that time, had just been appointed Chief Medical Examiner of the State of Maryland.

Since that time, I have watched Dr. Fishers progress with a feeling of pride in his achievements, and those achievements have been many.

Now, as Chief Medical Examiner of the State of Maryland, he has developed his office so efficiently that in the large urban area of Baltimore, every Medical Examiners case is thoroughly investigated and two out of three deaths studied by the Medical Examiner are autopsied. By comparison, in Pittsburgh (Allegheny County, Pennsylvania), a city of similar size, only 6 % of such deaths were autopsied under the coroner system.

Yet Marylands medical examiner system cost only seventeen cents in the Baltimore area in contrast to twenty-two per person in the Pittsburgh area.

This is an enviable record and the voters have shown their confidence in Dr. Fisher and the department he has headed by recently approving a bond issue which will be used to build a new central headquarters building for Marylands medical examiner system. This building will house the service function and some research activities of the office. Furthermore, it is planned to build one or more additional floors on the building financed by privately donated funds to house a research and teaching institute of forensic medicine. This institute should help greatly in advancing the application of scientific knowledge to the problems of law enforcement.

It is gratifying to note that more and more people are coming to realize the importance of legal medicine and the protection given to the living by a modern, up-to-date medical examiner system.

As Dr. Fisher recently pointed out, eighty-five percent of all murders in the nation are committed among friends and family members; and particularly in cases of poisoning, these murders may well go undetected unless a medical examiner has jurisdiction.

Under the rural coroner system many such poisonings have gone undetected. The exact number of such cases is, of course, unknown yet subsequent exhumations have convinced criminologists that poison murders are far more numerous than the average person suspects.

Because he has made such an excellent record as an administrator, executive and medical examiner, I am dedicating this book to my friend,

RUSSELL S. FISHER, M.D. Chief Medical Examiner of Maryland

Perry Mason, having completed his luncheon conference, returned to his office to find a puzzled Della Street awaiting him.

I tried to get you on the phone before you had left the restaurant, she said. Your two-thirty appointment phoned to cancel, said that as soon as the other side knew Perry Mason was in the case the matter was satisfactorily adjusted. You are to send a bill.

How much was involved? Mason asked. About five thousand dollars?

Six thousand, seven hundred and fifty was the amount of the settlement.

Send a bill for five hundred dollars, Mason said. What else is new, anything?

We have an office mystery.

What do you mean?

This is a mystery thats right in the office. A woman apparently feels that her life is in danger and wants your protection, counsel and guidance. She also wants the help of a good private detective whom you are to select and supervise.

Who is it? Mason asked. And where is she?

Her name is Adelle Hastings, Della said, but your second question is one to which we dont have the answer.

Mason raised his eyebrows.

I went to lunch at twelve-fifteen, Della said. As you know, Gertie and I stagger the lunch hour. I grab a bite and am back by twelve-forty-five, then Gertie goes out and stays until one-thirty, while I keep an eye on the switchboard.

Go ahead, Mason said.

Well, you know Gertie. Shes incurably romantic. If she ever pays any attention to a client shell work up a whole story around that client. During the noon hour when there are very few calls coming in at the switchboard and people seldom call at the office, Gertie starts reading love stories and eating chocolate creams.

Mason grinned. And then she tells me how shes watching her weight.

Of course, Della said, smiling. And she has now convinced herself that its a scientific fact a little sweet before meals will kill her appetite and she wont eat so much. She says that our dietary habits are backwards, that we eat a meal and then eat a sweet; that we should eat a sweet and

I know. Ive heard Gertie expound her theories before. Lets get back to the mystery. Youve aroused my interest.

Well, Gertie was reading this love story. She had just come to the most interesting passage and I think she was reading with one eye and looking out for clients with the other.

She said that within five minutes after I had left the office this woman came in and was terribly agitated. She said she had to see you right away.

Gertie told her that you were out to lunch, that you seldom saw people without an appointment, that you might not be back before two-thirty, and that you had a two-thirty appointment.

The woman was almost hysterical. She said, Never mind, never mind, Ill wait. Hell see me. I dont want to leave this office until Ive arranged to have him protect me. I want Mr. Mason to look after my interests and I want him to get a good private detective.

And then what? Mason asked.

Then Gertie asked her name and address and the woman gave the name of Mrs. Hastings and said her present address wasnt important.

So Gertie wrote down the name and went back to her magazine reading. The woman sat down in that big chair by the window.

After a few minutes the woman got up and started pacing the floor. Then she said, Ill be back in a minute or two, opened the door and stepped out in the corridor.

And then? Mason asked.

Thats all, Della Street said. She never came back.

Oh well, Mason said, shell be showing up any minute now. What did she look like, Della?

Gertie was a little vague. She said that she had an aristocratic bearing, a good figure, a well-modulated voice and slender, tapering fingers. She thinks she was about thirty-two or thirty-three years old, but the woman was wearing huge dark glasses and Gertie couldnt tell very much about her features.

Gertie told me that she was wearing the dark glasses because she had been crying. I asked her how she knew and she said, well, she thought the tone of the womans voice indicated that shed been crying. It had a sort of rasp to it.

Leave it to Gertie, Mason said. Aristocratic bearing, slender, tapering fingers, well-modulated voice Do you suppose, Della, that by any chance Gertie has transposed the description of the heroine in the love story she was reading, to our client?

I wouldnt put it past her, Della said. Gerties usually pretty observing but during the noon hour when shes reading one of those love stories shes got her head way up in the pink clouds.

Well, Mason said, looking at his watch, well have time to do a little more work on these proposed instructions for the jury which I want to submit to the judge in the case thats coming up next week.

There are a couple of very important letters which have been hanging fire, Della Street suggested. They should go out today.

All right. Mason sighed. Get the letters. I know what that means, however. Youll bring in a stack of mail eighteen inches high, get the two urgent letters off the top and then tell me I really should run through the rest of the correspondence.

Della Street smiled, left the office, and a few moments later was back, carrying a womans black handbag.