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The Case of the Half-Awakened Wife,
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“ ‘Realizing that the man whom she loved had quite apparently made an arrangement with Scott Shelby to aid in his disappearance, she invented a story out of whole cloth which completely fooled the officers. And she pulled this story right out of the thin air. Arthur Lacey, in place of being a jealous suitor, was in fact, a casual trifler with her affections. In place of being almost a stranger to Scott Shelby, he had actually been acquainted with the murdered man for months. It was to Arthur Lacey that Shelby turned when he wished to engineer a scheme by which he would “disappear” leaving his wife faced with a murder charge. It was Arthur Lacey whom Shelby hired to meet him on the river and row him ashore. It was Arthur Lacey who had wrapped Shelby in a blanket. Arthur Lacey whom Shelby used as a dummy in liquidating his business affairs.
“ ‘The conspirators almost had their plans upset by the fog which had settled so thickly that Benton had not taken his yacht all the way to the island anchorage as had been intended, but had anchored a few hundred yards downstream. However, Lacey, an expert oarsman, had located the yacht and signaled Shelby that all was ready.
“ ‘Shelby had already arranged to frame his wife by leaving her with a story to tell which would sound utterly impossible. He had already trapped her into such a position she was about to be accused of having tried to poison him. He had placed arsenic in his own food, even putting a small amount in her food, and then had called a doctor, taking great care to detail such typical symptoms that the doctor would not only give proper treatment, but would strongly urge a report to the police.
“ ‘So on this fatal night, everything was in readiness. There was only one hitch. There were too many people aboard the yacht and there were no vacant staterooms. Oddly enough, it was the midnight restlessness of Perry Mason that furnished the conspirators their opportunity. The lawyer dressed and went on deck, which gave Shelby the opportunity he wanted. Sneaking into the unlocked stateroom, he telephoned his wife, then rushed to the bow of the boat, where he had already doubled a length of rope so that he could “fall” down into the water, yet fire a gun at the proper time.
“ ‘The plan worked without a hitch. There was only one thing on which the shrewd Shelby had slipped up. He had juggled his accounts around so no one could tell just what he had and just what he didn’t have. He had salted away large sums of cash which he had in a money belt around his middle. He fired the gun, saw that he had caused a general alarm, and then swam down the port side of the yacht, kicking at the hull as he went by. Then he dove, swam under water, came to the surface, floated, and the current washed him right down to where his accomplice was sitting waiting in an anchored rowboat, a small flashlight furnishing a guiding beacon for the swimmer.
“ ‘As police reconstruct what happened after that, Shelby climbed into the rowboat. Lacey wrapped him in a blanket, rowed him ashore. There he made certain that Shelby had the money in the well filled money belt. All of this time Shelby was chuckling. He had staged a perfect disappearance. His wife was even then being questioned with growing suspicion. Shelby was free to escape his liabilities, to go to a far city and start a new life.
“ ‘But then the one thing on which Shelby hadn’t counted confronted him. Lacey had plans of his own. Since Shelby had so conveniently arranged his own murder, Lacey saw no reason for passing up an opportunity to enrich himself by some forty thousand dollars, which it now seems was the amount that Shelby was carrying in his money belt.
“ ‘Some days earlier, Lacey had fired a bullet into the water from the .38 with which Mrs. Shelby was to be framed. He had recovered this bullet and put it in another shell. He had previously experimented with his ‘adapter’ by which he could fire a .38 caliber cartridge from a sixteen gauge shotgun … Shelby became suspicious. Lacey tapped him over the head with an oar, shot him in the neck with the bullet he had so carefully saved for just this occasion, then calmly picked the body up in his arms, waded out to where the boat was floating in some eighteen inches of water, deposited the body, sculled out to midstream, dumped the body overboard, and returned to Ellen Cushing’s car, which he had ‘borrowed’ for his ‘important appointment.’
“ ‘He made one mistake after that. He returned the car to the garage. The wet blanket had been thrown on the cushions of the back seat. He intended to dispose of that later. He had taken the precaution of carrying along a change of trousers and dry shoes. He carried his wet trousers up to his apartment with him, but the shoes and blanket he concealed in a corner of the garage, intending to return for them the next morning.
“ ‘He had committed the perfect crime—thanks to the cooperation of his victim … And then, on the next day, Friday the thirteenth, came retribution. For a moment it must have seemed to Lacey that all was lost, and then the quick wit of Ellen Cushing offered him a way out—at a price.
“ ‘The interesting thing about the crime is that Lieutenant Tragg actually had the culprit in his hands, actually had the evidence which, properly construed, would have sent the man to the death chamber—and he let himself be talked out of it. For this he is taking a bit of quiet ribbing from his associates in the Homicide detail, a bit of kidding which is relished all the more because it is the first time that his associates have been able to get anything on the capable Lieutenant.’ ”
Mason looked up at Della Street, grinned. “Imagine how Tragg feels this morning. Remember what he called to me when he drove away from Ellen Cushing’s apartment, ‘Good-by—Sherlock!’ ”
Della nodded, smiled, “I’m charitable this morning. I couldn’t even feel peeved at Sergeant Dorset.”
Mason started browsing through the pages until he came to the classified real estate. He ran down the column dealing with suburban properties, said suddenly, “Right here it is, Della. Listen to this. ‘Four hundred acres, marvelous country estate within sixty minutes of the heart of the city, completely isolated, timber, lake fed by spring. Rural relaxation within commuting distance of your city business. Priced for a quick sale at twenty thousand dollars. Ellen Cushing Lacey, real estate.’ ”
Mason put down the paper. “Della, how about it? We could buy the property in your name.”
“Would you,” she asked archly, “put the sale through Ellen Cushing Lacey?”
Mason smiled. “I’m afraid that this is a deal on which Mrs. Lacey is going to lose her five per cent commission. When you stop to think how small a time margin there was between our two picnics that Friday! They must have left not over an hour before we arrived. And I wonder just how deep in all this George Attica is. He may have been the one who advised them to rush out with a camera, get some picnic pictures, plant some food refuse and then dash back. Then, of course, he used Lawton Keller as his tool to get Marion Shelby to fire me. That property has become a spot that’s filled with pleasant associations for us, Della. Let’s buy it. We could have it for a little hideaway. I could put up a bungalow out under those trees back from the lake. Perhaps some day …”
Mason stopped to regard the horizon with dreamy eyes.
Della Street smiled. “Go ahead, Chief,” she said. “Even if you are just day dreaming, it’s a swell idea.”
About the Author
Courtesy of the Harry Ransom Center, The University of Texas at Austin
Erle Stanley Gardner (1889–1970) is a prolific American author best known for his works centered on the lawyer-detective Perry Mason. At the time of his death in March of 1970, in Ventura, California, Gardner was “the most widely read of all American writers” and “the most widely translated author in the world,” according to social historian Russell Nye. The first Perry Mason novel, The Case of The Velvet Claws, published in 1933, had sold twenty-eight million copies in its first fifteen years. In the mid-1950s, the Perry Mason novels were selling at the rate of twenty thousand copies a day. There have been six motion pictures based on his work and the hugely popular Perry Mason television series starring Raymond Burr, which aired for nine years and 271 episodes.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
About the Author
Erle Stanley Gardner, The Case of the Half-Awakened Wife
